When they asked if the rest of their partners could attend as well, the Weinsteins enthusiastically agreed to the request, though unaware of the relat...onship dynamics yet.The next thing that we knew, we were seated at a very fine supper table with the trio, who had gone out of their way to make us feel at home during our visit. This included an exquisite and sumptuous meal composed of grilled and marinated salmon, asparagus in butter sauce, and a baked potato with sour cream, butter, and. I ended up ordering chicken parmesan. I wasn’t too cultured in eating out at a fancy restaurant. Mr. D’Angelo ordered a bottle of wine as soon as we sat down. I knew that he knew I was only 18. So even though I wasn’t legally supposed to drink, I didn’t say anything as the waiter poured my glass. He said, “Katherine I can’t help but notice that you are very quiet, are you nervous?’”. “Maybe a little bit” I said. He asked me if I was the shy type. I said I am a little shy at first with people. Under my shirt I wore my kevlar vest, lest the nasty creature aim his barbed tongue at my heart. In my non-descript book bag I carried a gas mask, to protect against noxious fumes and insulated rubber gloves, to protect myself from the poisonous green slime that was his trademark. I made my way to my troll blind and climbed up into the seat with my binoculars. I surveyed the land looking for some small sign that my quarry was near. He was a crafty one, this troll. He could blend into the. She started to squirm violently on my face, riding my tongue and moaning hard. My face full of her sweet juices, hardly able to breath and my tongue repeating its movement, deep inside her wet warm pussy out up to her swollen clit, stroking the tip of the tongue on her clit and sliding my tongue deep in, curling it up to strike gently on her G spot, and again. I knew my Mistress was close, she was riding me like a maniac, scratching my chest, spanking my hard cock, pinching my nipples as she.