"Yes, but..." Hey, you weren't fucking..." Chuck noted. Carmela swatted him on the shoulder without unburying her face. "I'm pleased to death," Chuck ...urmured. "You're hot -- and you're mine..." That's nice -- but it was awful..." It wasn't, either -- you loved it!" Chuck insisted, "And it's STILL a half a lap behind bouncing up and down on my dick like a pogo stick in a public restaurant..." Well, maybe..." Carmela murmured, petulantly. "I'm hot?" Smoking." Not really." Oh, yes -- really!". If I cockblocked them, I apologize. Anyway, the guy on my right had his foreskin retracted exposing his shiny glistening knob. While watching what he was doing, I was pulling on my foreskin and shaking my cock up and down. He was rolling his hood back and forth over the glans, giving me a good show. I looked behind me to make sure there were no guys in the shitters and said to him "nice cock." Thanks, you too" he replied. Then he reaches over and grabs onto my cock. So I ditto him and latch. I could hardly concentrate and I felt my pulse quicken. As I turned to speak to you I notice your blouse had been unbuttoned one button from what it had been earlier. My heart skipped a beat. Your breasts were full, clad in a white lacy bra which stretched your blouse so that, from my position, I was awarded a gorgeous view. I thought I might fall out of my chair. I felt your hips press into my side as you stood next to me. My cock was beginning to get very hard. I turned toward you in my chair. Mistress Lily, they called her. It was her sharp red eyes, some said. Others chalked it up to witchcraft and, more than once, she’d found herself at the wrong end of a tribunal. It was a good thing she’d slept with all the Head Justicar often. Such was life for Lily, light peach skin and blonde hair were her weapons of choice. A full bust and long legs were her ammunition. And yes, she knew the dirt. It wasn’t an easy life, to be a woman of power, but she’d made sure through the years to find.