"Mike wants to take us out for drinks, honey," he said. "It will be a chance for you to meet some of the partners."I was worried about our reservation..., but it was obviously important to Sam that I go along, so I agreed. Mike made no pretense about checking me out as Sam introduced us. He was a very forward man, good looking, but obviously someone who was used to getting what he wanted.There were eight of us when we finally got to the bar. It was a blues bar, and there was a band playing on a. I know I’m getting excited and you can hear it as my breath becomes more rapid. There was never any doubt I was going to do this and my hand begins to move. Enveloping you my touch is met with instant twitching and pulsing. Your hips rock gently in my hands as your need increases. “I’m a good boy aren’t I?” You begin to ask as you become rigid in my hand, “I’m mummy’s special boy aren’t I?”Lost in the moment as you suck on one breast and squeeze the other, expressing milk from both sides, I. Me, sitting on the toilet seat, my panties exposed as my short dress had moved up to my hips. My lipstick wasn't smeared! I couldn't see it, but I know it was. Had to be after the abuse of two cocks between my lips.Now he was texting! Sending the photo with a text?!?! Oh shit, no please. Not that!“You stay here! I've sent a message to a few of my friends and I know they'd love to fuck you as well. You'll get more of what you want, baby. Lots more hard cocks on their way!”“In fact, come out of. He tied it off in the back and he made her put her arms back over her head, crossed at the wrist. With the end of the rope from around her stomach, he tied her wrists and pulled her arms down as far as they would go without hurting her. She felt him tie something else to her wrists and realized it must be the rope tied to the sideboard. She couldn’t move her arms at all and if she leaned forward, it pulled her arms uncomfortably, straining them.He bounced off the bed and went back to his bag.