I concentrated on the sensation of the friction I was felling on my staff, willing myself to speed up my own response so that I could finish with her.... felt a hand stroking my ball-sack and looked down to see Fiona lying on the bed, her head inches away from where Kirsty and I were joined, her eyes riveted on the action. She stuck out her tongue, tentatively and ran it over first my balls and then my cock as it withdrew from Kirsty on each stroke. That was just enough to send me over the edge. I suggested we should still go and have some fun I told her I would not drink so I could drive us there and back safely. The then asked me what would I like her to where I told her a short dress and sexy thong with matching bra I picked out a red set.The night came and we where dancing and I noticed she keep looking around as if she was expecting some one to show up I even asked it your friend coming she said no but I not sure if any one else is showing up. After dancing for a bit we went to. "Just... just don't think about it. Just DON'T think about it!" But she did think about it. She kept playing it back over and over in her mind. "That lady must think I'm the world biggest whore. Here I am with a back seat full of porno, my skirt half way up to my ass and me telling her "I'm anxious to get home!" She groaned and tried to think of other things.As she turned onto her street and caught sight of her driveway, her heart started beating faster and her spirits heightened. She had to. “Yes, Master,” she whispered. I wondered idly what she would have been doing at that moment if she hadn’t been caught in Bianca’s net. She looked rather like a photographic model. I decided then that, most probably, I would send for her later in the afternoon. My hand waved dismissivelyand Birgit stepped back. She would be keenly attentive,ready to serve again on the instant.Ten minutes later I left the table and made my way to the dining room. There a delicious lobster and more wine made me.