As always, they sat next to each other. Siddharth was rubbing his feet on Madhu’s feet. Whenever possible, he put his hand on her thighs, gently rub...ing them.She teasingly tried to take his hands away but did not try too hard to stop him. On the outside, they both seemed engrossed in playing the game and chatting with everyone. But they were in their own world under the table. Madhu loved the excitement of doing something like that right under everyone’s noses. For some reason, the fear of. But, for the next little while, you will be my dirty little whore. To do as I please with.” “Ohhhhhhhhhhfffuuuuuuuccckkkk, Gil, pleeeeeeease?”Amanda begs me again. I grin and reply, “You will not be allowed to cum tonight, Amanda. Enjoy the rest of the story and do not interrupt me again.” Amanda squirms a bit and calms down, happy in the thought that I will keep her in her aroused state, till the morning. “Cindy nods her head and tells me that she would love to be my dirty little whore. I. But...it was Friday and the weekend was here!!This particular Friday evening started out as many hot, sultry August evenings on the Gulf Shore did, I had walked down to have drinks at the White House Inn, a quiet local watering hole I had discovered quite by accident. I liked the place because it was always quiet with few patrons, they had the cheapest beer around and, best of all, it was air conditioned. As I came through the door, sighing with relief at the feel of the coolness of the place,. I couldn’t miss it and I kept looking right at it. This was my chance to fulfill my fantasy of giving Don a blow job. Don wasn’t getting head from his wife, I knew he enjoyed getting head, and I had a desire to try it. Don apologized for exposing himself and quickly covered himself with the sheet. I had to say something now or miss the chance. I told Don what I had heard from him yesterday morning. He didn’t react negatively. I said as long as he didn’t tell anyone I would like to provide some.