She was now moving her ass up and down and my cock was getting harder.After a few songs, we again got back to the corner table for another drink. This...time, we wanted to drink a bit slow as we were fairly high from the first round of drinks which we had swallowed. As we were halfway with the drink, another couple came towards our table and asked if they could sit there. They must have been in their mid thirty. The lady looked very sophisticated in her wrap around skirt and a black tank-top. Her. She felt, rather than heard, him groan; her own voice joined his in an urgent-sounding moan. "Wait! Please, John..." she began, unsure of herself, yet wanting this very much. "I...we can't, we can't do anything...you know that...Charles...your wife..." Her voice was halted abruptly as his hands gripped her arms tightly, almost painfully; and he forced her to her knees. "You, a slave, dare to tell your Master 'No'?" whispered John through clenched teeth, his mock rage every bit as discernible as. Pam is an awesome cook. There were lots of jokes, stimulating and fun conversation. A few glasses of wine helped the time fly. Several hours had pleasantly passed by the time the dishes were cleared away. I suggested it was my turn to clean up the kitchen and that Pam and Jack should go set up a movie in the living room for us to watch. They graciously accepted my offer and I headed to the kitchen.I could hear them talking and laughing as I washed and dried the dishes. It's no problem for me. Follow my command,’ the sharp edge in her voice telling me to move quickly. I picked up the chair and turned towards her, staring at the object, waiting. ‘I think it would please these men if you did a little strip tease for them, wouldn’t it slave? Make it good, and you sure as hell better take your time,’ she added the last part in a harsh whisper. ‘Yes, Mistress, if it pleases you, Mistress.’ My hands were already at my ass, slowly running their way to my hips and up my stomach, cupping my.