As she brought her head forward, she was told, “Take that robe off.” She seductively untied the robe and left it slide off her shoulders and onto...the floor. “Now get on the table and serve yourself to Keith,” she was told. She sat on the table and turned toward Keith spreading her legs wide in front of him. She lay back on the table and made herself completely available for his taking. Keith moved his plate and cup out of the way and pulled her ass closer to the end of the table. He began. .And you ask: „ what please, *gulp* a 12 Inch?“ The Waitress says: „Yes it’s with Chicken, is something wrong with that?“ You say: „ Oh no it’s fine I’ll take it“. „Ok it’ll be here in 8 Minutes“ she says. You thought that the waitress actually talked about her cock but sadly it was just a Sandwich. You go to the Toilet before the Sandwich gets served and you see the Waitress coming towards you. She asks „Wait, your Sandwich is getting prepared, where are you going?“. „Don’t worry I’m just. Then he got serious about his fucking of me.His mouth was next to my ear, as he pistoned his cock in and out mypussy. The sounds he was making were not words, or even recognizablegrunts. They were a combination of both. Impromptu, and entirelyflowing from his soul, matching the sounds I was making.He fucked me and he fucked me and he fucked me.It's hard to describe, just how night and day his sex was, as opposed tomy sex with women in my past. He was long-lasting, and powerful, andloving,. Being my usual self I touched a marble table with an intricate blue design only to be told by the staff member “please do not touch!” He enlightened me as to the technique and how it was made – I was only the twentieth person to touch it that day! I wouldn’t bring a child here, there were no interactive displays – a no touch policy. The beds were high and elaborate. Why would you need a fold out sofa bed in the room which had such a masterful bed? I wonder if they have trouble with their sewing.