It was a race now. She desperately wanted to get the big Italian off before her own body came too close to climax. She tried to clear her head of all ...houghts, and concentrate on his cock. She tried not to think about the fact that she was naked beneath the table, with her panties around her ankles. She tried not to think about the two Iranian men, who had pushed their chairs back, and were watching her suck cock. She tried not to think about the humiliation.Especially not the humiliation of. She repeatedly told me that you are crazy for sex and you are the best pussy licker and you eat crazily. I prepared the tea and came to couch and we were sipping tea. I told her to sit in my lap and we have tea. She obliged and sat in my lap with her legs around my waist. We were having tea and in between she was kissing my lips and face and I was also responding. The atmosphere was erotic. In between we smooched and exchanged our saliva while having tea. I told her do you wana go for next. She smiles as she reaches for the growing bulge in my pants. "well i can see why you have no problems", she says. Now my cock is really starting to throb and im rally getting ready to give her what she deserves. As she slides my pants down, I pull her tight singlet up revealing her firm breasts. She gets my pants down and says with a smile on her face, " well looks as good as it feels so much beter than my boyfriends".Then with out hesitation she takes my cock balls deep then slowly eases it. "This mess with Julia." Yeah." She played us both, Livy." Dean looked away and his jaw tightened. "Julia was never my girlfriend." He turned back to look at her."I don't understand what happened." Olivia turned towards him and sat closer. "I thought you guys were seriously together." "Never." He handed her two black books. "Here, this belongs to you."Olivia's fingers traced the pink butterfly etched on the center. She recognized them. Journals she'd kept with personal things including fantasies.