Trisha enjoyed the way Mark doted on her; she surprised herself by letting it happen. But her soul was crying out of need — the need to be taken car... of. Trisha knew that Mark did this willingly and so was happy to let this happen. She knew that there would be a time when she would reciprocate.After breakfast, they sat in the living room looking over the additional gifts under the tree before jumping to the floor like eager children and tearing into the gifts that waited for them. Mark opened. Up 'till then, I had never known anything but masturbation, and this feeling of shared male contact was driving me crazy. The steady sensuous glide of his cock against mine, jabbing my tip with his on the upstroke stimulated me more than I had ever dreamed. I remember sort of being afraid, but not wanting it to stop.Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, he started making whimpering noises, pressing hard against me and I felt his wet warmth gushing all over my penis and belly.Needless. "Yes?" he asked nervously."It's me," Denise answered. "I have another dress I want you to try on."She pulled open the door a little and slid the dress in. Randi took itfrom her and she closed the door."This isn't for tonight, is it?" he held the dress up inspecting it."No, just something I saw and had to see you in it," she told him throughthe door.Randi hung his dress back up and got into the new dress. It was a brightred one-shoulder floor length dress. He slipped the exposed bra strapdown. The mischievous grin spread to Bryan’s face. “I do apologize, Sir, but the young miss has given me explicit instructions not to reveal the menu ahead of time.”Bill White’s expression grew cramped.Nice touch, Tiff! Alaina grinned widely up at the chef. “A little mystery sounds exciting! I’m eager to see what you’ve selected for us.”“I hope you’ll enjoy it,” Bryan said, looking over the table one last time with a twinkle in his eye. “The first course will arrive at the perfect time,” he declared..