She grinned. We got off the elevator.We had reservations in the dining room. We were seated by our server, a nice looking younger man who noticed Heat...er quickly and appreciatively. I smiled to myself knowing we would receive great, attentive service. Heather was a bit in awe because of the surroundings. I was impressed.We ordered a full lunch. Heather was in shock looking at the prices. I told her to ignore the prices and order what she might want. She had to gulp but did. I ordered wine to go. “Thank you for the warm welcome “ I said as I kissed her pussy. She laughed and swung her legs up. I caught hold of her and went to the sofa and sat down . She was clinging on to me and was grinding her crotch into mine. She kissed me hungrily.Thanks, thanks for all, you came at the right time”She said.I gave an enquiring look to her. “ At times I get the itch deep in me longing for the real thing, masturbation does not help and since last night I had this itch. I jumped with joy when I. He tightly grasped her ass, still slightly red from the spanking. He was tempted to resume the spanking, but stayed in the bounds of their bargain.” This is called doggy style, ‘cause you’re on all fours and I’m behind you like this. How do you like it?” “I like it a lot, I like it both ways. I didn’t want to, but I’m glad we made the deal.” “Me, too. I like fucking you and I’m sure your boyfriend will also. Let me hear you say it.” “Say what?” “Say what you like doing, fucking.” “I like. Sometimes, I still cry when I think of all the things my twisted parents put me through. My aunt Deirdre helped me see the light. My parents hatred didn’t have to colour the way I saw the world, or shape the rest of my life. I now understand that the experiences they had shaped their vision of the world. They are essentially the sum of their experiences. I don’t have to follow their path. I can choose my own way in this life. I don’t have to let bigots affect me one or the other. I now know.