“Come,” he says as he straightens up and holds my hand tight. “Let’s take our leave.”I almost laugh when he takes off at a brisk pace, but I...keep up with him easily, not stumbling over my own feet like the little lamb I had once been.Now, I walk beside him. It is surreal. I expect to wake up at any moment now.He stops once the noise of the party fades away and pulls me into an alcove in the hall. He cradles my face in his hands, and I marvel at how soft his skin is.“You look well,” he says in a. I let one finger, then two, slip into my pussy. It was slippery and sticky. The smell of precum filled the air.I moaned as my thumb circled my clit. My back arched. Pleasure coursed through me. Furiously I fondled by breasts, moaning and closing my eyes as I neared orgasm. My fingers thrusted quickly and deeply into my vagina. And just as I was about to cry out cumming, the doorbell rang."GAH!!!" It was too late to hold back my scream. Waves of pleasure crashed through me as I felt the walls of. Oh god, her panties were soaked already, her inner walls starting to twitch on the egg. “Max… please!” The toys stopped and she took a deep breath. Their starters arrived and she tried focusing on the food, ignoring the lust pulsing in her core, the deep hunger in her that no food could nourish. All she could think about was Max pushing deep into her, filling her up with his big, hard cock, ravaging her body. Like on cue, the toys came to life again. With trembling thighs she couldn’t help but. .. but we don’t need to talk about my problems. I’d rather hear about you.”“Over dinner. I’ve reserved a table at The Coach House. I hope that’s acceptable.”Gwen had heard of the The Coach House but it was one of the finer restaurants in town and considered quite expensive.“You have good taste in restaurants, Mr... ?”“Cramer, but let’s make it Tom. I also would like to think I have good taste in women. You’re not like the others who work here.”“Oh?”“I sense there is something deeper, of more.