" Well let's hear it, Program boy. Maybe I've got one of my own."There were a few chuckles at that."I wonder," he started, "if fucking is too much to ...sk?"I try to stay cool, no matter what. I really do. But I face-faulted, and this wasn't the first time this week."Um, yes," I told him, "that's a bit much."He nodded. "So, what can I do?" How about," I suggested, "a little mutual hand action? Your hand my pussy, my hand your cock?" That sounds Reasonable," he agreed, and again, I could hear the. Everyone quietly applauded again. The plentiful light aided me in identifying the shackles, wrist, and ankle cuffs that held her spread-eagled, and in place. She was facing the audience and her eyes darted around, squinting through the spotlights. She saw me and seemed to smile but it was hard to tell. She had a pink ball strapped into her mouth between her teeth.She was covered from shoulder to mid-thigh in a thin, gauzy, light-blue material, which was almost see-through. The sight set my cock. It was a fun place that bragged of having 50 different Kentucky and Tennessee whiskies at the bar.We were seated at a round table for six towards the back of the room and I had taken the seat closest to the back wall looking towards the entrance of the restaurant. We had all been served our drinks and a phone call to Phillip had let him know that his fiancée was only a minute or two away and would arrive any time.We were eating early because it seems that several of the Adam’s new neighbors. She started by shampooing my hair. Running her fingers through my long locks, massaging my scalp until moans escaped my lips. She rinsed the shampoo away from my eyes then she turned the water temperature to just barely warm. She aimed the shower head at my cunt. Dre used her fingers to spread my pussy, allowing the shower stream to make contact with my clit. My clit was already so engorged that I could practically feel it pulsating at that point. I couldn’t take it anymore, I tossed my head.