“As a wedding present – well, make that another wedding present – the Matthews – Diana, Jeff and his other wives, I assume, have arranged for ...s to eat at a supposedly famous restaurant in an upscale hotel. I didn’t tell you earlier, because Diana wanted it to be a surprise for you, and... she swore me to secrecy until we reached Denver. The restaurant is supposed to be very nice, but I haven’t been part of the higher circles, so I’ve never even heard of the place. She claims it’s worth eating. She was a little shorter than I at 5'9 and volunteered to be a nude model at the art department. She worked at the local Hooters wearing those orange short shorts and skimpy white tank tops that really accentuated her 38C chest. We had dated for a couple of weeks when we started having sex regularly she was nearly insatiable. She would want us to role-play. I would pretend to be an art student and she would model and I would change her poses resulting in sex. Or she would pretend to be my. I love your fucking. Shove it in deeper. Ohmigawd. Uh, uh, uh, fuck, fuck, faster, faster, harder, fuck me, fuck me,” she chanted in time with his strokes. “Come in me. I want to feel your hot cum fill up my cunt.” When she felt his hot seed spurting deep inside her cunt, she reached her own orgasm with a loud wail of pleasure.Afterwards, they lay quietly in each other’s arms. His free hand gently caressed her breasts and her abdomen down to her bush and then slowly back to her tits. . And Diana realized that he was asleep. Of course, Diana thought to herself. He’d been up for two nights in a row already and had obviously used his last stores of energy just now. Diana began to gently shake him by the shoulders but then stopped.That’s not what a good little slave-girl would do, she thought to herself. Instead she eased him back so that he slumped against the back of his chair, his head lolling to one side, then used her aching legs to rise to her feet, reaching down as she.