’ As dinner ends, the waiter walks out with a small, 3-tiered chocolate cake, our favorite. Our families watch as you cut two small pieces. I pick o...e up and you pick up the other. Slowly we both move the pieces to each others mouths. I say, ‘Be Nice’ and you laugh. You slowly place yours in my mouth and I place mine in yours. You lean in and kiss me once again. Mmmm … I can taste the chocolate frosting off your lips. Our families clap. We look over at them, almost having forgotten they are. ? I said after a moment’s pause. Even then I couldn’t manage much of a whisper. She had put things in my butt before, but never anything this big.She took the plug and walked behind me. My ass was exposed because of the way she had me leaning across the bed. As much as she might have been angry at the world in general because of her job, she was still very careful when it came time to do the actual insertion. She rubbed lube all around the outside of my asshole before she stuck one of her. When I finished, Melissa fixed Susan with a cold stare. “You let him fuck you without protection. Then went to see him. Behind my back. And tried to fuck him again?”Susan looked stricken. “It wasn’t exactly like that... I wasn’t...” She trailed off, searching for a response.The room seemed chilly as Melissa glowered at her friend.Susan said, “It was so good last night. There was a spark there... with him. I’m sure there was. I thought... look, I don’t know. When there’s magic with a guy, I go. One of these guys was a mature guy who was a banker in the city and a very submissive type, one a memorable night, we had joined him in a booth in a bar, it had a curved leather bench type seating around a round drink table.We were drinking lager out of glasses shaped as boots, about a litre capacity and I watched as Petra drank hers quickly till she had an empty glass as mine and the banker guys were still half full. She got up and walked away with her empty boot and I assumed she was off to.