Aren’t you glad they have such nice, long tablecloths here? Ahhh, lovely—you’re being such a good girl, Violet. But what’s this? I thoug...t you said you were dry. There seems to be a great deal of moisture right...here. All...along...here, in fact. Oh my, yes, all along here. Why, you naughty slut--I’ll bet I can put three fingers inside you without even trying...there, I knew it. And just feel how easily they slide in and out--shhh, my dear, you don’t want the other guests to hear. 'I think mom likes him, ' Victor thought to Amber, as he shook the man's hand.'She does, you can see it in her face, ' Amber replied as she accepted his kiss on her cheek.'I wonder... ''Wonder what?' Amber asked as Annabelle started talking again.'Later, ' Victor said."Victor, Amber, you two sit here. Lisa, Amy, and Cindy, you are sitting at this table, with Sassy. I will sit next to you, Victor, and Mister Thomas is going to be sitting on Amber's left..." Hey, Victor! Amber, congrats, you. He used to have flowing black locks of hair, that caressed his perfectly chiselled jawline, and the most gorgeous hazel eyes and smile that would instantly attract any woman nearby. I always wanted to ask him out, but I never had to guts to. I wish I had just gone for it and asked him out when I had the chance.My friend's birthday party was in an old barn in Kent, that had been converted into this gorgeous venue. All around it was a forest, with a lake, and a boathouse that was set back amongst. A two by two hinged board closed over them, a quick release catch snapped shut. A broad canvas strap pinned her knees to the pads. Pulled forward onto her hands, a bung slipped in her raw anus, plugging her completely. Pushed back, her hips settled on the board. The canvas strap passed back over through another buckle. They rocked her to see her thighs would not shift if the crate tumbled.Irene buckled a strap around her elbow, passed it behind her back to encircle the other, pulling her arms.