I run both hands through her hair, gathering it at the back of her head, holding her there as I take over and fuck her beautiful face. Her moans, groa...s, and the humming vibrations have me on edge and I pull myself from her. “What are you doing? Keep fucking my mouth. Make me gag on you,” she orders. I am not one to argue, but the day’s events, the constant teasing and aching, I am not sure I can take much more. I need to be inside her, and knowing what that felt like with my fingers, I know. “I hope you haven’t prepared anything for me, Tony? I am fasting,” he said.With two plates in my hand, I turned around. “Nativity Fast, right?” I said.He nodded his head.“Forgive me. I forgot,” I said. I made him a cup of tea and poured myself some coffee. We both sat at the table, while I nibbled at the beans and egg. “Sorry, Father I’m going to half fast today.” I pushed the sausages to one side of the plate. He smiled, as he watched me bury my face in the food.“Tony I wanted to ask you. Everyone got back into a good mood as they enjoyed the delicious food and lively conversations. After their meal, they had sumptuous desserts with coffee or liqueurs. Diana declined dessert. She didn’t want to fill her stomach too full before having to sing in a couple hours. They spent the next couple hours talking, laughing, having drinks and dancing when the band started playing. Charles and Diana and Jon and Barbara laughed when Tom and Lynda and Dawn and Rick left the table at about 7:30. I grew tense and looked away quickly. But already I felt it; my tight black dress had ridden up a good bit while I slept, and it was hot and slick between my legs. Just like that. Patrick all over me and nothing, yet the very sight of Monty's cock and my clit was begging to be rubbed. I decided that maybe I could just masturbate. Without Monty, of course. I wanted him. I knew that. But no way – not again. I grabbed his collar and yanked him off the bed. He grunted and dug his feet in but.