As we were led to our table I felt so comfortable in my female role and reveled in the looks of admiration we got as a group. If only you knew what we...really were, I thought.Our table was towards the back of the restaurant and had a church pew type bench on one side and normal chairs on the other. Sally Anne and I went to the pew. We sat down and the waiter handed us menus and left. As we looked at the menus we were quiet and Sally Anne was sitting on the bench squirming obviously still. She pulled at the zipper to my pants. I stood and watched her hands at work. She said to me "No pictures now." Of course not," I said. I put the camera down roughly at my feet. For $200 with an extended warranty it could take a little bouncing.She reached into my fly and extracted my dick. As her fingers encircled me I began to help. My hands pulled at my belt buckle and the pants fell to the floor. I loosened her grip on my member just long enough to push down my boxer shorts, then guided her. There wasn’t a boy there with whom Emily wouldn’t have enjoyed one of her east-coast dates. Then, suddenly, the room was pitching black. At first, Emily thought the power must have gone out. Then she felt a pair of masculine hands on her body and a mouth covered hers. She eagerly played a fervid game of tongue hockey with a piece of Wrigley’s Juicy Fruit serving as the puck. Emily had just scored a goal between the boy’s second and third molars when the lights came back on. With a score of one. Three days on the machine broke most women it was said. "You scared bitch?!" he asked. I was too scared to answer, worried whatever answer I gave would be wrong. In the end I did the only thing I could think to do and raised my head up and started to gently lick his balls. "Now that is better," he said. His cock grew hard again as I took his sack in my mouth and sucked it, twirling my tongue around it in a way I knew he liked. He pulled my head off him and guided his cock back into my mouth. I.