‘OHGOD…your tongue feels so good…’ she moaned as I thrust it in and out of her, her hands going to the back of my head to keep me there as I p...shed it in and out of her. ‘Don’t get too used to it Vic, because I’m going to stick something else inside of you soon…’ I whispered to her as she threw her long legs around my head and threw her head back, her eyes starting to roll back in her head as she came all over my tongue. ‘FUCK…OHGOD…cumming…’ she hissed as she shot another round of her cum out. She leaned over him, her tits hanging down in his face. He fondled her tits, his fingers pulling at her nipples. He smiled as he looked down at her garter belt and nylons, which framed her bush."Now that's what I call table pussy. It's good enough to eat." he said, smiling at her."Mmmmm. Ripe and juicy, just for you. sweetheart." she purred.She saw the bulge of his hard cock in his Jockey shorts. It reminded her of all the pain and all the degradation that she'd been put through. "If that. There was little cum because it had only been ten minutes or so since my previous orgasm. The finger and her mouth were removed, and I felt her turn around to give me a deep French kiss. My face was covered with our joint juices and she ran her tongue around my mouth, licking it off.She got up, and I heard water, then felt a washcloth on my face. Jennifer removed the blindfold and looked deep into my eyes and kissed me.“What the hell did you do, Jennifer?” I gasped, still not. ‘Mark, darling,’ she said without looking at him, ‘Would you be a dear and clear the table?’ Hearing someone talk to Mark like that was so confusing – Mark was a leader, a dominant. Mark made me call him ‘Sir’ and suck his cock. What was even more confusing was his compliant response. ‘Of course,’ he smiled, gathered up the plates and exited to the kitchen, winking at me on his way out. ‘Steph, remind me how long you and Mark have been seeing each other?’ She has her elbow resting on the table.