My husband was a delight to take to dinner, and I was looking forward to a nice evening.The games started as soon as we had the menus in our hands."No... chicken, right Stella?" No, not chicken." Not chicken," George said, turning to the waiter. "Steak, I'd imagine." Steak, Sir?" No, not me. My wife."I smiled innocently at the waiter. "Yes, he means me. He's suggesting I would like some substantial meat." That's right, waiter. Meat. She likes meat."I was still smiling sweetly. "Waiter, is this. He finally stopped, Anna glad that it was over.Lord Michael let his hand roam over her upraised bottom cheeks, feeling her flinch in pain. “That’s twenty five, twenty five more to go.” Her sobbing grew in intensity as soon as she realized that she had not even got half of the spanking. He let his fingers casually roam up and down her crack, standing in the way so Lord Henry didn’t see his intentions. Anna did little to stop him except to tighten her cheeks, his prick jerking in pleasure at the. .” “Tasty?” said Vicky hopefully. Becky laughed. “You’re sex mad!” she chuckled, and bending forward, placed her soft lips around a nipple and gently sucked and nibbled, her hands squeezing and pinching the other breast and nipple. Vicky moaned and closed her eyes. “What are you doing to me?” she asked breathlessly. “Only what you’ve done to me,” said Becky, once she had stopped sucking. “Since that first time together, I’ve just been thinking about this, and how I wanted it.” She shuddered. No sooner had she resigned herself to be ravaged by his tireless thrusting with his throbbing tool than the earthquake began in her cunt. Her mouth tried to form words of warning to let Jason know she was coming, but all that came out were yells that reverberated around the room as her orgasm broke upon her like a tidal wave. Her whole body shook, her back arched in total pleasure, and her pussy convulsed around Jason's dick. His thrusts grew shorter and faster, prolonging her pleasure for.