She took hold of the ribbon leash and led me over to the couch, which was full of women in animated conversation. She looked at two women who saw what...she wanted and made some space between them. She lifted her skirt up and wiggled her butt into the small space made for her. She wasn’t wearing panties. She slid a little forward, spread her legs as much as she could, and pulled me toward her until my face was buried in her pussy. “Go nice and slow,” she said to me. “I want to come a few times.. “I’m not hungry.” “You will be.” She sauntered over to him and spun him around. She sank to her knees and, before he could respond, had his pants opened and his cock in her hand. “Just a taste of things to come.” She put her mouth on him. “Ted Kennedy, eat your heart out,” he whispered. She was masterful. She blew him meticulously, thoughtfully. It took a mere five minutes and he erupted like a dormant volcano. She fastened his pants and made her way back behind the bar. She picked up. " Sorry, step-mommy," I whispered, letting my tongue off her nipple. "I'm still just nervous, so that was a blonde moment." Don't worry," she giggled, smooching my forehead. "As long as you're sure that wasn't a blonde joke, was it?" No, step mommy. I'd never make fun of you." Even if you were roasting me?" No, absolutely not, I love you too much to do that."She smiled at me again, but brought my face to hers again. I thought she'd say something, but she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. ‘Shall we let her off the hook or shall we make her cum right here?’ I asked the waiter who immediately said, ‘ I want to see her cum.’ So I just shrugged my shoulders and sat back as she gripped onto the edge of the table until her knuckles were turning white and finally gave in to an intense orgasm that caused her to shake and tremble as she fought to suppress her natural tendency to scream. I thought her head was going to explode from keeping it all inside her, and I finally mercifully.