Then Ben sat back down and guided Amy down to her knees between his legs. Then he took his cock in one hand and pulled Amy's mouth to the head of it a...d she started sucking and licking it. Amy would glance over at me once in a while and she looked scared as she was working on his cock with her mouth and tongue. It took her over ten minutes it seemed to get that cock completely hard and then Ben had her get up. She looked over at me when he spread her thighs and then had her get up on the couch. It is game soup, followed by poached salmon with potatoes and vegetables in a wine sauce and we finish off with some of my home made cheese cake and ice cream." Ah! A meal fit for a king." I responded trying to draw the subject away from my wealth."I certainly hope it is good enough for a young prince," Joyce said in a sanguine tone.Even I joined in the laughter at that response.There was a great deal of laughter and banter over what was an absolutely delightful meal. I was asked many questions. “bl**dy football team, they are unmanageable. Too much testosterone.” I listened, as my colleagues discussed the dreaded football team. My team. “And today, they are even worse, thank God its Friday, maybe they’re get it out of their systems tonight.” One continued. “Perhaps they’ll get it out of there systems at the stag.” “You would say that, you’re a man. I think its disgusting. Can’t we give them all detention?” I asked. “All evening, come on Wendy, there is a limit to what we can do,” he. With little else to do she dozed in fits and spurts, never fully sleeping but letting her mind wander and her eyes close. Occasionally a hand on her ass or bare breasts roused her from her half-sleep, but even with a smile and a waggle of her hips nobody took her up on the unspoken offer. At least her hangover was subsiding.Eventually Irea heard the rail creak and felt hands slipping under her arms to grip the rough wood from the front. She opened her eyes just a thick, turgid length of meaty.