” Amanda wasn’t sure what she meant by that? Yet it didn’t take long before she found out. Ashley’s hand moved in between Amanda’s legs and ...nder that very short mini skirt. She pushes Amanda’s legs apart and had her hand sliding across the warm, smooth skin on Amanda’s inner thighs. Amanda closed her eyes in response to this and she became wetter at the touch of Ashley’s hand. She was trying hard not to moan too loudly but it was very difficult. She bites down on her bottom lip as Ashley’s. Petite brunette and her psycho friend stood in line. So far, it looked as if they hadn't seen her and Kate hoped it stayed that way. She sank further back into the booth and hunched over to hide behind her extra-large soda. It didn't work. The brunette began to glance around at the occupants and spotted Kate. The surprise was plain to see on her face. What Kate didn't expect was the immediate look of guilt and shame. Brunette turned back to her friend and it looked like the two got into an. I called her a bitch and Anita laughed, saying tonight another huge well hung black man would enjoy her wetness; not me…I begged her to let me lick those pussy juices; but Ana laughed louder, saying a cuckold did not deserve it…She said she had a better idea, just for torturing me that night…My sensual babe sat on the edge of the couch and spread her legs. I stood facing her, while my cock was trying its best to get hard inside the chastity device that she had put on me that evening. Ana ran. Martha lay face down, splayed across the bed, one arm hanging off the edge. I stood by the edge of the bed. Her arm lifted weakly, and she touched my leg.I said, "Water." Good." She sat up, one leg folded in front of her. She brushed hair from her face. She was breathless, looking tiredly frenzied, but beautiful. "My mouth is so dry." She took the glass. While she drank I walked around the bed and got in on the other side, leaning back against the headboard.Martha put the glass on her night.