On the outside, Chase was still the calm one, still by choice. On the inside, his heart was probably racing as fast as hers. That was clearly somethin... she hadn’t meant to say, he reasoned to himself. Or maybe it was and she was hinting at him? She took longer than usual to return, especially given the little amount of food she came back with (not to mention Chase, the pickiest eater he knew before The Event happened, would question everything she claimed to bring as ‘food’). It was pretty. I was erect very quickly. My left hand found its way to Ann’s mound and for the first time I inserted my finger inside a woman. She was warm and slippery. Having not come earlier (with John and me) she had remained in a state of arousal and was already wet. I moved my finger in and out frigging her for a few moments then my finger slipped out as she moved her position. I brought it to my mouth and sucked it. John had switched his attention to my ‘breasts’ and by using his fingers and tongue had. And he knew he would win. Instead of trying to fight him, I grounded my ass against his cock and heard a low moan enter my ear. I turned my head around as much as I could and made my lips meet his. Our tongues bounce against each other and even though I could feel some strain in my neck, I didn’t care. He was such a good kisser. And with his mouth on my mine and his hands where they were, no pain or task was going to make me stop now. I never noticed his hand leave my pussy until I felt my. I could feel my face reddening and that familiar excitement between my legs. “It isn't?” I couldn't help keep the excitement out of my voice. “You better behave during dinner,” he said menacingly and then kissed me lovingly. I loved the tenderness I felt in my ass when we sat down for dinner. The soft aching all night was a constant reminder of my earlier punishment. “I just love your new table,” one of my friends said admiringly. My boyfriend and I smirked at each other. “Thank you. We do.