My stomach churned. He did still eat me. He was a good man, an attentive man. I know how lucky I am. But he ate for love when he was with me - which w...s so very different from the way he was devouring the girl on my table. With her, it was an act which bore a greater resemblance to a man long starved of more exotic delicacies. His tongue worked ferociously, desperately, keenly - his groans deeper, hungrier, needier.She came. He made her cum. She wasn’t faking it. A woman knows, regardless of. Peter let out a long, hard, grunting kind of sigh as he shot his load onto my face, I felt it hit my forehead and then start to run down my nose and over my lips, he was a heavy cummer and seemed to hit me with a cup full before finally rubbing his cock against my face. “Jesus. Oh that was good,” he sighed as he pulled away from me.I took the chance to wipe the spunk away from my eyes, I had closed them as soon as Peter had prepared to shoot. I reopened them and saw Peter stood in front of me,. I don’t pay you to act like you’re sleep-walking.” I bite my tongue and count to ten. I don’t know how I keep my cool sometimes, on days like this Alexis can be the bitch from hell, and the worst boss imaginable. “Yes Alexis. I get the message.” I’ve worked here at The Ark for just over two years. It once had a reputation as the best Restaurant in town, but things have slipped over the past year. The previous owner decided to sell up and Alexis and her husband Greg snapped it up at a bargain. He must have sensed it, because he stopped brusquely, and moved his attention to her arse. He touched it and rubbed it. Then with one of his fingers, and using her juices as lube, he inserted a finger. He ignored her moans, and then he introduced a second finger and started making scissoring moves to stretch her as much as he could. He smiled satisfied and went to pick up a few other things from his bag. He showed her a clear glass triple play beaded butt plug. He smeared with some oily lube,.