I lay down on my back in the middle of the floor with the others around me. Shantel stands above my face and lowers herself down. I lean up and kiss h...r pussy I taste her sweetness. I extend my tongue and lightly touch her clit. I feel her tremble and twitch. I feel her mouth on the head of my cock. I groan and thrust upwards. I start to lick suck hard at her pussy, sliding two fingers into her tight wet twat. Her head bobs up and down quickly on my cock. Her mouth feels amazing. I focus on her. “You should have booked and I don’t know if there is enough room now.” Greg looked around him and realised, with some alarm that the reheated meal at home was again beginning to look a distinct possibility when Andi hooked an arm in his and leaned towards Grace. “He can share our table,” she said looking at her husband’s back as he retrieved a large glass of red wine from the barmaid. “There’s only three of us presently and, as Joyce is the third and she wants to give Greg his notes before he. "There's nothing to lay my head on." Martelle just chuckled. I heard Helen ask Olga if she had a gag. "No, please!" I pleaded. "I'll be good. I'm sorry Martelle." I laid on my back and saw Helen approaching as everyone crowded around me. "No gag, please, I hate gags." Helen knelt beside me and bent one of my ankles back under me, beside the ottoman. "You do the other side, Sapphire." "Yes, Ma'am." I was struggling to keep my knees together as they clipped my wrists to my ankles. "It's all. I nodded. “Great, because there are these great sandals I saw at the Aldo shoe store at the mall that I’ve been wanting to get. But I’ll need a judge.” “Well,” I replied, “I’ll be the judge.” Wow…..how perfect? I would actually get to stare at her feet and not have to feel like I was going to get caught. We got ready and headed for the mall. Once again my aunt was sporting her running shoes (the same ones I had filled with cum) and socks. Today was different, though, because I knew I would soon.