"When he opened the card a note fell out and landed at my feet. At he same time we both bent down to retrieve it nearly bumping heads. He said "Since ...ou've already got your glasses on..... and mine are who knows where after last night....why don't you read it for me while I getyou a tip." "Certainly if you wish me too Sir." I replied and proceeded to read him the note. "Wishing you congratulations on you impending wedding. We wanted to get you a special gift. We wanted to get you . Last night everything went perfectly with the guys and she didn't feel one bit dirty. The harmless showing of herself to the fellows at the restaurant made her juices flow. Probably because their reactions reaffirmed she was sexually attractive. Does that confirm a basic insecurity? Screw it. Like Scarlett, she would worry about all those things tomorrow. No, day after tomorrow or maybe next week. Right now she craved a big mug of coffee and her hair must be a mess.After showering, arranging. Forcing him to take my cock into his throat. Once she had the tip in she slowly pushed forward and I could see him pushing back onto her rubber cock. She was fully in him as a spat my cock out and started moaning louder. She eased in and out till his muscle had relaxed enough then grabbed his hips and started sliding that rubber cock in and out. I climbed off the lounge and got between her legs and started licking her absolutely dripping wet pussy then moved forward so I was closer to him and. As she came up off of his shaft it glistened with her juices. “You little slut. You think that by giving me a good fuck-show with your boyfriend, that I’ll let you live, is that it?” She forced her heavy-lidded eyes to meet his as pleasure continued to mount. “You tell me, Master. You were the one who asked for this.” Had he expected her to beg not to do this? To show shame and guilt and regret? That simply wasn’t how Kylee was wired. Perhaps she was no more ‘normal’ than the man who had.