Mistress Monica started the car back up and we went back into town.This time, we parked and went to eat. We went to a restaurant that had a balcony, a...d we spent an enjoyable hour or so dining and drinking margaritas while watching all the tourists below us bartering forworthless nick-nacks. After paying the check Mistress Monica suggested we walk around a little more and then head on back home.I could barely make it down the stairs, as apparently the margaritas I had for lunch were stronger. Nearly all of themtell themselves they don't believe we can and will really do all of whatthey select, but you wouldn't believe how many of them really want whatthey select. They don't know consciously that they really want it untilthey see it happening, then they really get into it and realize it's whatthey really want. I have to warn you Steve, this is real and one we getstarted you won't want to stop. We'll stop if you ask us, but you won't,so you need to decide if this is what you want.". “Oh God, oh shit. I could have sworn I was getting that flirty vibe tone from you!” Her voice cracked and I could almost feel the blush that must have been burning in her cheeks.I instantly regretted teasing her and I quickly cut back in, giggling quietly at her discomfort. "I'm kidding, babe. Your instincts were dead on. I was totally flirting with you! I'm mean, oh my god, have you actually seen you? Really, I should say that I'm bisexual. I like the V and the D, ya feel me?”“Arya! I was on. My hand rubbed her stomach and tickled her thighs. She murmured softly and grabbed my head, pulling me closer. I delighted in the sound of her soft moans and the soft look of pleasure that graced her face. I stopped and rolled her over, taking her panties off, and taking my cock and pushing into her. "Oh Eric, oh, that's so good, push that fucking cock in me, my darling, shove it in me, ram me, fuck me…now!" She bit her lip as I slipped my hand between her legs and slowly made my way up to her.