I looked over to Doug who was watching intently. “Oh Mich, that looks so good.” And Mich reached over and stroked his cock through his jeans. Dee ...eanwhile could only imagine what was going on under the table., but her hand had slipped inside her coat and she was clearly stimulating her clit. She lifted her leg over the arm of her chair to give both doug and I a clear view of her fingers rubbing her pussy. “Oh god Mich, you are gonna make me cum!” But she didn’t stop and carried on with more. "I didn't think I would cum this easy," she said. Her chest heaved with large, heavy breaths. "What do you want to do next?" she said. "I usually take control when I'm with a woman, but tonight is about fulfilling your fantasies. What do you want to do?" I responded. "I, well . . ." "Go, on don't be embarrassed." "I could try going down on you." "Okay, but is that what you want?" Candy nodded her head. Then she leaned in and kissed me again. Her hand fumbled near my waist for my shirt, grabbed. “What is he thinking?” You both are talking and laughing over an impromptu breakfast in bed. Your pancakes are really good. They also are filling, giving you more energy for later activity you think. You finish the glass of orange juice with a smile. He smiles back, finishing his cup of coffee. You love the smell of it, but it is toxic to your lips as far as taste. You ask where did he get this whipped up so fast? He tells you about a favorite diner down the street. He called in the order on. Silent sex was not one of Cindi's strong suits. I kept licking until she released my head and slumped against the chair. I sat back and heard loud applause."That was incredible," Cindi sighed.I stood up, wiped my hand across my soaking wet beard, and waved to our audience. Cindi did the same.When the men realized the show was over, they started drifting away. The guy with the ropes continued doing his thing as we walked past and headed down the stairs. We were on our way out when Cindi grabbed.