The spoon in the bowl is plastic, too, from a camp mess set. Last time he let me use breakable dishes, I broke them. Last time I got metal silverware,...I tried to stab him. Now I’m not allowed to use those anymore. I’ve given up trying to convince him that I’m all better now, and besides, I like my special dishes. He bought them just for me. They are my favorite color, just like the curtains and the new carpet. ‘I’ll bet you have to pee,’ he says, setting the tray down on the desk. I nod. He. With one hand the fingers press softly into the moist pinkness as the other moves to her clitoral hood and softly squeezes and pushes. Teasing the puffy lips I hook a finger inside her slipping in an inch or so and find the inviting ripple of soft tissue on the front inner wall, the other hand, the fingers circle the clitoral hood. I change position and slip another finger inside, beckoning and pressing against the ripple altering pressure and speed. She slowly start to rotate your hips in line. She could let it all out, and no one would know or care. She began to moan louder and louder, letting the intensity of her building orgasm take hold of her. Her hands were working magic, giving her pussy exactly what it needed. That night would hopefully bring something much better, but for now, her own hands were good enough.Kara quickly let go of her pussy and washed herself, wanting to get that out of the way before finishing the job. When she was sure that she was clean enough, Kara shut. Megan told her we all had enjoyed our dinner as well as her. She told her we would be back again for sure. Megan then got into her little purse and pulled out a huge round wad of cash. Mostly hundreds and fifties. She paid the bill then gave the waitress a hundred dollar bill telling her that was for her.”Thank you very much, my name is Joyce and just ask for me anytime you come back,” Joyce said hugging Megan tightly.We all got up to leave as we did Keith kissed Megan on her cheek. He told her.
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