I insert both, then return to you and hand you the bag with my panties.You sniff the bag, and I see just a glimmer of a smile cross your lips. You qui...kly suppress the smile and return to your stoic demeanor.The waiter comes back with our drinks and you place entrée orders for both of us.Then I begin to notice a gentle vibration in my pussy. I realize that you have the remote and turned it on low. Yet your face reveals none of this. You carry on a conversation and ignore my obvious state of. Spreading them open with her fingers as her tongue runs up. Finding my clit, she starts to do what she does best, circling, nipping, sucking, repeat.Lifting my hips slightly to her assault, I lean back and one hand grabs the wall and the other rests on the faucet as she continues to hit all the right spots. God she knows just what makes me tick. Leaning back on the counter I open my legs wider for her and as I do she stabs her tongue into me. In and out, with every movement out she would flick. "Maybe two, three empty seats in the entire house," Darlene continued, "and, at premium prices too... people will pay most anything to see a real naughty sex show, especially one with audience participation, amateurs instead of pros. Go figure." Yep, they will." In the old days, when the show just included 'regular' behaviors... god, remember all those cruise ship shows... I hated living in those fucking tiny staterooms. Anyway, those tame, clean shows made us nothing but tired... no money at. "She gets caught fucking a dog, and I haven't even asked for any sexual favors yet. What a bitch. Sure I was planning too, but damn what a hypocrite. "I tell you what. You can just do something for me your daughter would never do. Your daughter would never get on her knees in front of me. Apparently you taught her that a woman should never get on her knees in front of a man."Her expression softened a little bit but not much as she looked around. She pursed her lips and lowered her head. I could.