About fifteen minutes later, she emerged from her bedroom. She looked absolutely gorgeous, dressed in a knee-length dress with a pastel-colored floral...print. The color matched my light blue pastel shirt (I had gotten used to seeing pastels on people, it being called the "Miami Vice" look after a television show)."Wow! We make the perfect couple!" I said.She drove us to Peter's, which was on the waterfront. It was packed, with a line waiting, but Mary simply walked in and we were seated. Pulling me down to the floor, his big frame crawled between my legs, kissing them lightly as he proceded to spread them apart. My pussy was aching as he carressed my inner thighs while his fingers sank between my saturated wet lips. "Ah shit George..don't..we can't" I whimpered as his hot poker like tongue flicked my wet lips as his manly fingers softly stroked the exterior of my wanting to be fucked honey pot. With his lips encircling my erect clit, he mumbled "Ummhmm" and continued to lick my. She knew what he was waiting for. "Thank you Master," she said. He didn't respond,just trailed his strap to her cunt, rubbing it up and down her slit. When helifted it up so she could see she blushed. She could see her juices on thestrap. He brought the strap up to her mouth and she obediently licked it, faceburning even brighter as she tasted herself. Her eyes never left his as hebrought the strap back down to her cunt. He hit her pussy lips lightly and smiled as she tensed up preparing for. "I hope you enjoyed yourself," I said nervously.There was a moment of silence again..."Yes I really did," my dad said with a flustered tone.I tried to keep a straight face and just smiled and nodded, but inside I was screaming "WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST DO?" Well I think that's all for today. I'll discuss your proposal with my partners and maybe we could schedule a follow up?" my dad said attempting to keep a straight face."Of course," Mark said as he stood up and shook my dad's hand. "How about.