No longer dressed in grunge, my chef looked fabulous. Now I am thinking that he is the one I will give myself to. The more I thought about it, the mor... I wanted it. The meal was beyond fabulous and the deal was that all the diners did the clean up. The Chef and his Sous got a pass. There was a lot of heat up to that point and I basically threw myself at him. That's when he whispered "Passare la Notte" and led me upstairs. I did not need a translator. As we headed upstairs, I caught my big. ‘That’s it,’ he said, ‘Good girl.’ She heard herself moaning. His thrusts became more urgent and he banged against her beaten arse. The flash of pain made her cunt contract, tightening her grip on his cock. He grasped her hips and drove deeper. Her pussy began to throb, building up to delicious release. He reached a hand up and pinched a nipple. She gasped. He kept pinching and put a hand on her throat again. ‘Are you ready to come Slut?’ He said into her ear. ‘Yes!’ She said. ‘Ask my. "I didn't know they got this big." She Said in awe and then she slowly wrapped her lips around his swolen cock head. Avrin had given him an amazing blowjob the night before, but May had taken less than 3 inches into her mouth and he was almost ready to blow his load. Her tounge danced so fast around his dickhead it felt like it was everwhere at once. "You Better slow down or this will not last long." He warned. she pulled her head back, still stroking his cock. "Good!" She said with lust.. “Thank you, honey, I tried to dress a bit slutty for you tonight,” she replied, pushing her boobs together with her upper arms, “Did it work?”“Oh god yeah. You look like a right little slut,” I said, pulling her closer and groping her ass some more.She kissed me again, whispering, “I’m your little slut, Jon.”We sat and had a few drinks, but it was obvious we both wanted to be together in private. So after half an hour we left. The barman gave Sharon an approving look as we left. I guess he must.