“You got it.” She says walking away. It doesn’t take her long to come back with two mugs and a coffee pot. Setting the cups down she asks, “Wi...l you need room for cream?”“No thanks.” I reply and Theo agrees.“No problem.” she says pouring the coffee into the mugs. “So, do you know what you would like, or do you need a few minutes?”“I know what I want, how about you Theo?”“I’m good.”“I would like the steak and eggs. Steak medium rare and the eggs over medium.” I tell her closing my menu and. I was just enjoying the excitement of the moment. The things that we were doing were taking place in a relatively safe environment where there was no possibility of us actually having sex. I was just enjoying being an exhibitionist and getting Ted so turned on he couldn't get up from his desk for half an hour.I hadn't really thought about actually having sex with Ted. I asked Dave if he wanted me to stop. He was quick to say no. I asked him what he would think if I went further, if I actually. She screamed as I filled her beyond her measure, the voice was pitched somewhere between the purity of hellish pain and absolute pleasured orgasm, though some might argue that they could be one and the same. Her burning gush flowed along the thick plug that stretched her walls almost to ripping apart, the flood hot and slick as I quivered in restraint and gasped out, “Cum,” a gasping breath, “CUM…WITH…ME…Bren…da.”Our bodies convulsed and erupted, each with a mighty flow, “Holy crap!” she cried. "Are you kidding? You do remember that first night here, don't you?" I reminded her, astonished that she could entertain any answer but the right one."I remember it, but I'm sure not the way you do. You really believed us, didn't you? That Michael's 'Stephan' had completely owned me - well, owned my body, at least. I regretted it for a long time after that night. I was just so angry at you for a while that I couldn't admit it. My God, thinking back, it was a savage assault on your male ego. But.