I was permitted a drink, wine preferably. The menu choice was mine and I needed to keep in mind that while my behavior this evening would be my choice... the forthcoming consequences would not be."Okay, Daddy. I'll be a good girl."Well, that was my intention, but that isn't what happened. Daddy said preferably wine, he didn't say I had to order wine. When the waitress came to take our order, I ordered a double shot of Patrón, straight up. Daddy's hand landed on my thigh with a squeeze. I knew. But have her watch from a closet or behind a door Scott taking someone else? Oh, Jean would cum before she could even get her fingers between her folds and when she DID manage she would be left a blissful wreck for the rest of the day.Everything had been perfect with Emma. She had snuck around with Scott, Jean had pretended she didn’t know what they were doing, and when Scott returned to her filled with guilt she had been more than happy to allow him to use her any way he wished.And then Emma. She had made the bed earlier that morning with fresh sheets just in case things worked out and she found herself with company this evening. She pulled the blankets out of the way and then lightly pushed him into a seated position on the bed. Once he was sitting on the bed, she hiked her dress up a bit and dropped to her knees in between his spread legs. She went to work again on his belt and pants and she she worked down below, Sam proceeded to rid himself of his shirt and t-shirt. Once this. I headed down town to the Midtown theater. I walked in and asked how late they would be open, the attendant a tall black guy said he would be cloisng in about thirty minutes and I was welcome to check the place out. We were the only people there, I make my way into theater and grab a seat. I pulled out my cock and began stroking it, fifteen minutes are so the attendant walked in and I tried to hide my actions as he made his way to the seat next to mine. He made small talk asking questions. Did.