I felt good. For the first time in months I felt that I had the upper hand. I might have been imagining it, but it was definitely how I was feeling. I...went directly home; the kids would be waiting for me.I kissed the kids hello, and laughed and told them it was going to be a good weekend for them. They yea'd and cheered, and we went to get ice cream and I told them of my plan, which I had formulated earlier that day. They would be staying with their aunt Susan and uncle Dak for the weekend.. I could see Patrick's hand was already moving rhythmically, massaging the waitress' clit – masturbating her. I grabbed both her wrists, pinning her down, while he went to work on her.She squirmed, moaning. I could tell Patrick had pushed one or two fingers into her pussy and was now thrusting them in and out of her. Grinning, he slipped them out of her slit, sucked the juices off them and pushed them back in again."Oh God..."she whispered.Patrick took out his handcuffs and threw them to me. I. We then went and checked out our room. It was gorgeous, all tiled with marble and all upscale accents. There was a king size four poster bed with a mirror over it, a large TV and a jetted tub that was big enough for an entire dinner party. We were both famished and tired but we couldn’t go for breakfast without checking out the bed first. Neither of us had ever been in a bed with a mirror over it before and we wanted to check out the possibilities before we left for breakfast. I pushed you. Suddenly she felt it again, his eyes. She turned and looked, but as she saw his eyes, she wasn’t nervous, she wasn’t embarrassed. She was ready. But she wanted to tease him, make the hunger in his eyes deepen, make him want her like a starving man wants a turkey dinner. With her eyes alight with emerald flames, she kept her gaze on his face as she slowly parted her luscious pink lips and sucked the fruit gently into her hot, moist mouth. She heard him take a deep breath, his jaw setting as he.