A coated finger went up my ass, now, happy? Just take it easy back there, been awhile since my last ass fuck, I begged. Grabbing my hair he forced me ...own on the bench, shut the fuck up, you knew I was gonna fuck that ass. He entered me roughly, paused then sunk it balls deep. God damn boy, the last guy must of had a tiny dick, you're lice a vise back here, he growled. His ass fucking was unrelenting and rough. His chest pressed against my back he used his hips to drive it in. He fucked me. Truly, he was impressed and so was I.Although we were handed menus when we were seated, Kris took mine and her own and gave them back to the maître d’, accompanying the action with another extended speech in French. The man bowed and left, returning a few moments later with the chef himself. Now all three were going at it. Finally the two left the table with the chef kissing Kris’s hand before leaving.“What was that all about?” I asked.“I told him that we were new to the city but certainly knew. Jeremy is sitting, a little bit of a look on his face of concern, or maybe discomfort. I move over to him and kiss him deeply on the lips. “don’t overthink this.” I tell him. “This is what you’ve wanted for years, and its going so well.” The look fades a bit, especially after I reach under the table and give his cock a squeeze.We all talk for a few more minutes and I finally say to the both of them. “I’m tired of the club, I wanna go back to the hotel.” There’s a nod from both of them. Our. Since her Aunt’s death she got rid of some of the puritan like clothes, although her wardrobe still bordered in the conservative side. She finally choose, a green dress that she had bought on impulse. Though it was a deceptively plain outfit that was long sleeved and came to her knees. It boasted no frills or buttons but when she put it on the dress hugged every inch of her body. She hadn’t wanted to purchase it at first but the salesgirl had insisted that she should, and now she was glad that.