Bon appetit, my dear... Well, that was splendid, wasn’t it? Would you care for dessert? No, me neither—I couldn’t eat another bite. Yes, of cou...se you can visit the ladies’ room. Before you do, though, I want you to go find Bradley and ask him to bring me the check—oh, and ask him for your panties. Be sure to ask nicely. Say, ‘Please, Sir, may I have my panties back?’ You can put them on in the ladies’ room. Go on, now... Ah, there you are, my dear. Bradley and I were just talking about you. I. They talked about me as though I weren’t there as they were feeling and exploring me. I truly felt as though I were a piece of meat and a sex toy. My role was becoming clearly defined in my mind. The conversation continued amongst the men.“Her tits are amazingly good for bondage” said a third man who was feeling them, “and for fucking!”“X you have brought a suitable slut” the first man said, “I will enjoy exploring her limits.”“I will establish the rules with you gentlemen in a moment”, my. They were a perfect pair.The night went just like that. We each took turns fucking her as hard as we could. I was younger then.. ONce we'd both climaxed we'd sleep for an hour and go at it again. Waking up several times during the night. It was punishing, exhausting, and incredibly arousing.Back at work absolutely nothing changed. It was if this happened all the time for her and it was no big deal. Of course the invite came again that week, and every afterward till she left.I had a real "thing". I slowly kissed her neck and shoulders and got to her boobies.Although I have brushed on her boobies intentionally many times, having a one on one with them softies is something more than a dream come true. I increased my speed while kissing her soft boobies and started biting her. I was trying to locate her nipple through the dress while my other hand was slowly rubbing her left boob.I located her left nipple with my hand and started fiddling it and at the same time still in process of.