She started to moan as I rubbed them, and I quickly slid them aside to gain full access. Without a moment’s pause, I slid my fingers into her. Lucki...y, nobody standing around noticed the full extent of what we were doing; it just looked like some intense grinding. It seemed like hours that we danced there, my dick ramming her ass, my fingers penetrating her pussy, her body convulsing. Just as I was about to cum, she stopped grinding, grabbed my hand, and pulled me along with her. She led me out. With the eating over, the socially distanced dancing began and Jane and I boogied along with everyone else. During the dancing she received some nice comments on her dress from at least two men but thought nothing of it, men after all are creatures of lustful habit at parties. Sometime later Jane was sat having a nice girly chat with Sophie, a 60 something woman when, according to Jane, Sophie said that as Jane was dancing; the ground mounted spotlights were shining right through Jane's dress. Jenny pulled out two tickets,and we were motioned in.As we walked into the main ballroom, I could overhearthe two ticket takers chattering with each other."Whoa. I'd really like to get inside her pants" Iheard one of them say."Brides don't wear pants, dude" the other replied."OK, then I'd like to get inside her panties. I'vegot a spicy little sausage that would fill her upright."I blushed in embarrassment at having been the target ofsuch comments. I turned away from Jenny for a minute.I hope. As he brought the head of his cock to my lips he pulled back keeping his manhood and the object of my desire just out of reach. "Well Dyanne my slave, do you like to suck cock?" What a stupid question, I thought. "YES MY MASTER," I screamed."Well then you must ask your Master for his permission to suck his cock. Do you understand?" "Please may I suck your cock my MASTER?" I begged. How unbecoming this would be for most but I found it to be extremely erotic. Again I begged, "Master, please let.