He pulled my head up and shouted, "Stop that wailing!" Then he pulled me to a kneeling position and stepped back. His fists clenched once or twice and...the look on his face terrified me. I've seen men completely enraged since then, but that first time was the worst. I managed to gulp once or twice and quiet, though I think my tears were still streaming."How long," he said in a quiet but completely clear and deadly voice, "have you been playing a game with the wagon wheels?"I knew my numbers very. Jessicas arm stopped moving as the waiter came by to take our food. Do you need another napkin, miss? he asked, looking at the stains on Jessicas dress. She blushed. No, Im alright. Thank you, though. I paid, and we were finally able to leave the restaurant. As we reached the car, I pulled Jessica into the back seat. We got in, and I shut the door. Did you enjoy eating like the little slut you are? I asked, reaching my hand under Jessicas stained dress. Mmmm. Yes, sir. Your slut got sooooo wet.. I giggled.He scooped my breasts out of the bra with his large hands and sat back on the bed to look at them. I fumbled behind me and unsnapped it so he wouldn't' tear it."Ohhhh!" his mouth was on my right nipple, sucking; my hands went to his head, an involuntary gesture. It passed though my mind that no one other than David had done this to my breasts in the past 25 years. Not since before that really. Not since Billy Brown in 10th grade. But tonight it felt so good, that I let him. "What exactly did you have in mind?" But I think he knew, judging by the bulge forming in his pants. I gingerly ran a finger up and down the inside of his thigh, gently rubbing between my own legs with the other. As we sat in the car by the side of the road, I unzipped his pants and pulled the front of his briefs down. His long member bounced up like an excited animal, and I gently purred the same. I grabbed one of the two juicy balls underneath, rubbing the testicle inside the sack between two.