The salad had a dressing that was incredible, one I hadn't tasted previously.The entree was tenderloin of beef that she had stuffed with a medley of s...allots, fresh herbs, and parmesan cheese. It was one of the best meals I had ever eaten, I ate until I was full and beyond. It was so good that it was hard to stop eating.Over the course of dinner, we carried on a lively conversation. The topics of discussion varied widely and no matter what the subject matter, we each seemed to have some. I was hoping that my sudden rash action would deflect Sharon from the topic that was being discussed. I was wrong of course. Sharon looked at me and said, "Well. If he hasn't seen your titties before he certainly has now." She was laughing as she said it.She turned to David and said something to him that I didn't quite hear. David looked away from Sharon directly at me. He stood, stripped down to his underpants and dived into the pool surfacing just a couple of inches away from me. He reached. A sign proudly displayed the name of the establishment in shiny black: “The Rubber Room.” Jessica had traded the priest collar for his slave collar before they got out of the car and Francis was oozing apprehension.“What if someone from the parish recognizes us?!?”Jessica sighed, stopping briefly and turning to him.“One of your 500 parishioners? In a city of 900,000? Here? In the middle of a week day? Chill, Frankie.”She yanked his leash more harshly, eager to get inside and complete her. He musky smell enveloped me and I greedily began to lick and suck her. I had sniffed and wanked with her panties on previous visits but the real thing was better than I ever imagined.As she groaned and ground on my face. Dave was sucking me getting me close to orgasm before holding back. He was clearly not a first timer.Tracey screamed in her orgasm and I felt her juices on my face.Dave climbed on the bed and positioned himself on his hand and knees.Tracey slowly rubbed my rock hard cock with.