I lie. I just like knowing what you like, what you're feeling, what you want. Tell me what you want.You know. I don't have to tell you. You always...do this to me. She is the one pressing now, pressing with her hips against the cock between my legs. My hands slide off her breasts, around and down to the cheeks of her ass. Tell me.No. Her breathing quickens. She squirms in my grasp.Tell me.No. Then show me. Show me what you what.I release her and step back. She sways uncertainly in her. "So how can I help?" I ask."Just now, by ordering!" he grins, pushing a menu towards me. "I'm having mussels in white wine followed by the smoked venison salad, but it's all pretty good."I scan down the menu. Andrew has made two choices on the expensive side. I suppose this is a signal for me not to worry about what to order.I choose the prosciutto melon and wild rocket salad, followed by a poached salmon and green vegetables – I am supposed to be losing weight, after all. The Trainer at the. "If what I feel down here is any indication, you're going to come before you get your cock in her hot cunt!" Come on, Donny!" Sally squealed, twisting her ass about invitingly. "Come on!"Donny was out of the water quickly and Marilyn's eyes turned into a boil as she climbed out, too. She knelt at Sally's side, placing a hand on one small, sweet tit as she watched her son bring his cock to that sculptured cunt.For a moment, Donny teased Sally and himself by rubbing the swollen head of his cock. I tried to resit but was drawn toward her, flicking her tongue with mine. My restraints were ondone and I was allowed to stand. For the firt time I was able to take in my captor. She was around 6 feet tall, blond hair with a pretty face. She was wearing a tight fitting sweater which did nothing to hide a pair of large breasts as I looked down I saw a slim fitting black skirt and sheer black stockings, she was wearing 4" heels in shiney black leather. Sharon encouraged me to lie on a bench and.