John liked to have jumped right out of his skin when the chair table appeared and the salad came next. Fresh baby spinach, vine ripe tomatoes, slivers...of sweet baby carrots, Grecian black olives, cooked and chilled sliced morel mushrooms, cheddar cheese ... just a hint of sharpness ... and a secret recipe of Italian dressing full of flavorful bits of spices."Your salad," said the ceiling."Thank you. It looks delicious," John picked up the silver fork, speared a bite and tasted it. "Oh," he. Her little white hands barely wrapped all the way around it. Sam took her head in his hands and told her to suck on it. She opened her lips and shoved as much of it as she could into her mouth.She bobbed her head up and down slurping and sucking on his member. Clyde moved off of the couch and began to play with her tits. He fondled them in his hands and began to play with her nipples. When he pinched her nipples between his fingers it sent an exquisite feeling of both pain and pleasure through. A battle of moisture and nails. A battle of tongues and flesh. Thrusts between your silk legs. Echoes of our panting. Our obscene act in a white room. Your beautiful soft round breasts moving freely against the square boring but strong tiles. Your nails in my back, making me almost curse the room with my ruby blood. My strong hand around your obedient neck, making your almost ruby head clash with the walls. Every little drop helped the tower thrust inside the cave. Every intense mix of warm. The song ended and the girl walked off stage, but she had this glance as she walked off, like I could tell that she could tell that we wanted her.Ash and I sat and talked about how turned on we were while we waited for the girl to pass by our table, hopefully ending in a position for a private dance. A few minutes went by and the tattooed beauty approached our table, it had worked. Ashley and the dancer struck up good conversation very quickly and it was almost at this moment that I knew it.