She had been looking forward to striking up a conversation with Benjamin Schilling after seeing the seating arrangements, but she had not been able to...get a word in since being seated. Constance, her magazine’s food writer and blogger, had been monopolizing the conversation all throughout cocktails and now dinner.David, who was seated next to Constance, but across from Mallory, smiled at her impatience and had even winked at her once. He seemed to be enjoying this evening. She could not help. " Ugh, ughh...deeper motherfucker! What's that baby? Are you buttfucking me, or are you tickilling me, NOW FUCK MY ASSHOLE!!" As I increased my grip on her hips, slamming her shithole back against my cock, I felt her fingers pick up the pace against her clit. "I said guess what, WHORE!" "Mmmph, uggh, ohhh, yeah baby? what? ughh, nghh." "My friend, Jake from highschool is going to be in town, he's going to stay with us for a few days." I felt her body tense, in a slight ripple of orgasm, though. Opposite them there was one further chair and Officer Foster was sitting on it holding a hairbrush. At least the first part of the punishment was becoming clear to Alison.As Alison walked across the room again conscious of being naked and stood to her side Officer Foster explained, "These ladies are a mixture of interns and almost qualified Discipline Officers. They will be watching me discipline you."Alison knew that she would have no say in this and remained silent. She glanced again at the. A double dip sounds really good about now,” David said. He then turned to his friend, and the grins on their faces grew wider. “You’re lucky I’m such a sweet girl,” she said as she stood. Naturally, having such strapping younger men admiring her was the real reason. It felt good, and was more than worth the effort of dishing them up a couple of bowls before bed. Vanille pulled back the tarp hanging around her awning, opened the back door of the truck and climbed in, her body once again.