She smiled at me as she placed it on my table and, was it my imagination, her hip rubbed against my shoulder as she leant over to place orange juice o... my neighbour’s table. Wishful thinking. My girlfriend, lover, whatever, Libby Manning was not part of the group. She’d had to stay home and manage her Ministry getting a complex piece of law through the Commons. The night before she’d taken me out to dinner at one of London’s finest restaurants then taken me home and fucked me, hard; one of her. I didn't know what to do so Istarted to sit down but Madison quickly stopped me."Oh no little sissy pantyslave. You don't get to sit on the couch withyour superiors. Why don't you just practicing walking back and forthacross the floor in your new heels little girl? You purse is just tooprecious by the way!," She teased. I began to walk unsteadily on theheels and they continued reading. They whispered to each and other andlaughed out loud at certain points but I tried to ignore it. After. She moaned loudly. Then I acted that my sleep was broken and ask her what happen to her. She said you were in your sleep movement. I asked her that had I hurt her or not. She said, “No, I was enjoying your movement.” She asked me that what I was dreaming. I said that I was dreaming my first night of marriage. She breathed highly and suddenly fisted my hard rock and started rubbing it roughly. I realized that she was in full of emotion and this was a good chance to fuck her. So I accepted her. He shivered, and his cock throbbed. I pinched it hard, at its base. His urge to come subsided. I stared again, slowly. He was hard again, thanks to my tongue. The barmaid delivered my drink as I sucked him. I stopped, and took a mouth full of the cold liquid, and smiled my thanks. Then as she watched, pushed the boy wonder onto his back, and straddled him, I sank down his cock, but before I had it all, he came. His come was hot, as I felt it flood me. He groaned, and I took another sip of my.