"Le Escargot, Monsieur e' Madame." the waiter said softly as if not wanting to break our reverie. The soft sizzle of the plate reminded us of our near...starvation as the waiter placed the Escargot on the table. Spearing an Escargot with a fork, I reached across the table. Her tongue wrapped enticingly around it, a tiny trail of butter trickled down her chin. She shifted gently in her seat, Her nipples strained against the thin fabric of the chemise as she leaned forward to savor the delicacy. As. “Babe, are you drunk again? Wake up!” hewas saying. No response of course. It looked like dadwas ready to give up when he stopped and put his had onmom’s hip. He then slowly started to rub her hip andthigh.Was dad really going to do what I think he’s going todo? I was getting a hard-on again! Dad then lifted theblanket off mom and dropped it on the floor. I heardhim mutter something about mom getting her skirt off,but not the blouse.. He quickly unbuttoned her blouseand. Occasionally she let out a small whimper and I paused until she nodded again. It took several minutes but finally I had inserted my entire length into her rectum. I stopped to admire the sight of her body impaled on my penis, her bottom a pair of soft ripe globes split by my organ. It was all so tight and warm and clinging that I closed my eyes to revel in the sensation."You still alright?" I managed to ask with a tinge of concern."Oh, yes, Master. So full, so full," she groaned in. As she rolled her chair away to sit in her cube, the one facing me parted, revealing almost her entire leg for a brief instant of flawless slender flesh. Her screen lit up and I put my head down, pretending to read something important on my desk when she began to turn back to me. She had been an excellent hire; easy on the eyes, upbeat almost to chipper and she attacked her tasks with vigor and enthusiasm. But our relationship, while open and friendly, was strictly professional. I held myself.