R’s tablecloth, slut?” I was in a dizzy haze and I moaned as pulsations began to guild in the ass Master owns. Master slapped my face to bring me ...ack to reality. I smiled into his eyes. “Yes, Master. I’m creaming on Mr. R’s tablecloth.” “Who are you?” “I’m your slave.” “And what do you need?” “I need to be fucked, Master.” In a flash, I felt the fingers slide out of my ass and I moaned at the absence of sensation. The straps removed and Mr. R and Carlos helped me climb onto the table. Master. Your heart beats rapidly. I unzip your dress and let it slink to the floor. You're striking in your delicate bra, lacy garters, thigh high stockings and heels. I control my urge to take you, to throw you down on the bed, rip off what remains and ravage your body. But only barely. You tear open my shirt, the buttons hit the floor. You look at me, shocked. We laugh as I peel off the shirt. You undo my pants and push them to floor. I have nothing on beneath them. I step out of them and you begin. My pussy was very wet and I pulled him toward me, I told him I could not wait any longer. He pushed his cock into my pussy, I watched as it disappeared into my snatch. He thrust hard into me, he fucked good and hard for several minutes then he pushed deep into and flooded my womb with his sperm. I love the feel of a man cumming inside me, the throbing of his cock and the warm feeling I get as his cum flows into my deepest reaches. As soon as he finished cumming and pulled out I closed my legs. " I say sheepishly.We continue talking about what we wish they'd make in the ways ofmen's and women's suits and what we'd like to see offered in the wayof options while we enjoy the pizza. Coat length is an issue forgirls I find out, with some occasions that might call for a mid-hipcoat length while others might call for a waist length coat eventhough girl's waists are not as prominent a feature of their bodiesnow only because of their now more narrow hips. I also learn the whenwearing a suit,.