The young woman greeting guests was happy to place them before others. They were seated. Ced Swagg told them to order whatever they wanted. Most of th... girls ordered surf & turf combos. Ced had a burger. His security guard ordered a steak. The team’s coach picked a Greek salad. The conversation was lively. Ced ignored his mom’s demands of a bill less than five hundred. He was going all in. Only his security man and the coach were of age to drink and he made sure the waitress kept them full of. She didn’t want him to worry about her, didn’t want him to know just how far her self-hatred really went. How deeply rooted in her mind it really was. How every time anyone got just a little glimpse of it, they would tell her that she scared them. She couldn’t do that to him…. But she already had…. And she hated herself for that. She had scared him once already, let him see the one mark she had made, the first mark she had made in months. A mark she made because those feelings she tries to hide. I lifted one foot, bending the leg at the knee and worked gently at it. She was relaxed because the knee was supported by the mat. She held no resistance. I rested her shin against my chest and worked gently, separating each toe and then moved to the ankle, bending it almost to the limit of its range of motion. I repeated this with the other foot.Again I joined the parts, stroking, warming her, and inhaled deeply her heady mix of perfumes. My cock stirred and Ali Jihad Racy played on. Carrie’s. Stepping over to her, I crouched, aimed, and thrust up into her again, lifting her right off the floor.That took her right by surprise. "AYYYYEEEEEEE!" she yelled, and quickly grabbed around my neck as she came off the floor, impaled on my dick, in the middle of the bathroom. "OH FUCK JARED!" she screamed as she held on for dear life. I grabbed her ass, and she wrapped her legs around behind me again. Then, with her holding on for dear life, I started walking from the bathroom to my bedroom.It.