It doest take long an he forces my face deep onto his cock as he unloads down the back of my throat.Coughing and spluttering he releases me.Looks at m... in disgust, stands up an pushes me away.Tells me I'm disgusting an he's going to fuck me like the disgusting whore I am.He grabs our glasses and heads down stairs.Me still on my knees dazed an confused that this is really happening but excited beyond all means.He come back up stairs with our drinks a dog leash.He passes me my glass an places the. After the hostess had seated my three buddies—top executives in a booming internet company—and me, I was attracted to her from the moment she came to our table. "My name is Crystal," she announced in a dark sultry voice. A bulbous, gold stud twinkled on her tongue. "Cocktails, gentlemen?" She treated my buddies with deference and formality, but towards me, she was short, casual, almost rude. “And you?” she asked. Her large red lips were pressed together in a scowl giving her a haughty. “Even when you were on ice?”“Always.”“You poor boy.” She continues stroking his shaft, all 10 inches of it. “How do you hide this thing?”“I strap it to my thigh with bandages.” He tries to pull Natasha’s hand from his cock. She tightens her grip on his balls.“No, no, no. I’m thanking you for saving my life on the Lemurian Star and the SSR Bunker”“You could have just bought me a drink.”“But you can’t get drunk or even tipsy.” Her stroking picks up the pace.“Nat you really don’t.”“But I want. I was wearing a black long sleeve “A-line” dress that fell just below the knees, jet black seamed stockings, the heels, A thick red belt around my thin 26” waste, an auburn wig in a page boy cut, A red satin choker around my neck, blue eye shadow with dark red overtones. Black mascara and eye lash liner.I sat at the bar crossing my leg and of course have to tease a little. I pulled my dress up so it d****d over my thigh showing the clasp and a little of the straps of my baby blue corset I.