The chef was introduced. I had no idea what he was serving but I guess the first course required milk. I am not sure if it was the chef or his assis...ant but I felt an experienced hand on my right breast. The hand worked my breast down to my nipple and I felt my milk stream out. He was working it just like you milk a cow or goat and there were more claps and discussion from below. I guess he got enough for course one because he let go of me. I could hear utensils and pots and pans. I. Slowly I become lost in the warmth and wetness that is building inside me as my own moisture coats my walls. My hips and pussy reach up to feel the fullness of the dildo as they have reached for you, time and time again. I taunt my opening with its smooth warm head and then finally penetrate and feel my pc muscles clamp around the cock. Reality melts into fantasy and you are now there with me. The memory of you inside me, moving, filling, teasing is alive and my mind races through scenes of our. He was finally home with his love. She took his hand and led him inside, turning away so he didn't see the tear that had escaped. Though she made a valiant effort to hide it, Master knew his kitten all too well. The moment they were inside he turned her back to him and held her. "It's my turn to carry the weight, little one. Let me make it all better." His deep rumble of a voice sent shivers down her spine. She felt the weight lift as if he grabbed hold and pulled at that very moment. She. She came near me. I turned off the flashlight and we stood motionless looking for some sign from the other. It seemed strange to be near her and not dancing because those were the only times we had talked before. "Would you like to dance," I asked, reaching out to draw her to me."What are you doing?" Margaret asked, looking around nervously. I guess she found it strange for us to be alone on a dark night too. The nearest streetlight was some distance away. I took her hand in mine and started to.