(I would find out later that he enjoyed when I asked for his cum, even wanting me to beg for it, but that’s another story for another time)I looked ...p and him and answered, “I want to make you cum.” He pulled me up and kissed me passionately on the mouth, running his finger through the back of my hair. I happily accepted his big tongue and stood there as he kissed me deeply, my knees weakening and turning to jelly.He quickly but quietly began to undress me and I helped. Shirt off and pants. But not good enough to cum again just yet. I nodded. I changed my underwear as Jody dressed, and we went down for dinner.The waiter came to take the order. Jody ordered steak. Before I could speak she said, pointing at me 'She'll just have a salad'. I was stunned and silent. The waiter raised a brow and said 'Certainly' As he left Jody reminded me I was on a diet. I needed more definition in my waist. So I drank water, and she drank wine. A little too much I thought. She didn't even finish her. They like to show their skills to someone who may not be familiar with the food, utensils, and wine served during a multi-course meal. Ask you questions quietly and look at him, he'll tell you what to do."During the first course, Janet could barely eat her appetizer because she was so busy looking around the dining room at the service people. They seemed to move about without making a sound as they removed dishes and replaced them for other couples also enjoying a very special meal.During the. But, in all the time you've known me, has there ever been a time I didn't eventually relent to whatever Kellie wanted?"Carrie looked pensive, as if she were searching her memories."No," she said. "I can't really think of anything." And have there been times I have refused to do something for you or Greg?" I asked.She laughed out loud."Dozens," she said, "possibly bordering on hundreds. I guess I should have known. But why didn't you say anything to her?" What do you think that poem was about?".