Sonja returned with the drinks alright, but then she knelt to slip off her panties and hand them to me with a wink and grin. There wasn’t even a hin... of a blush anymore, but there was a lot of fluid soaking her satin underwear. Then she removed her bra from under her blouse and gave it to Ernie, who sat in a chair next to the booth, there not being room in the seats of the booth itself.“Those are my undergarments. Who wants my blouse?” Sonja asked us now, and naturally, Jonny went for it,. Mike puts his hand around my waist and pulls me back against him. My cutoffs press against his crotch and I can feel his cock press against me. He pushes my long hair back from one ear and whispers to me."Can you feel it boy?" he asks.His cock pressed right up against my ass crack. "Yes Sir," I tell him."You will learn to worship it boy," he tells me, "you will not be able to get it out of your mind." Sir, please don't do this to me, please," I beg.His hand moves up my stomach, under my tshirt. If only I had a few more seconds to finish him off."Well, you should of thought about that before now, you asshole!"Teresa lunged at him, pushed him over the pool table and held him down as she beat his bare ass with her belt. Even though it was hard to watch, I was getting more excited by the second and I started stroking my dick. God, what kind of a perv am I? His butt cheeks got redder and redder as she flailed him and I started feeling sorry for the poor guy. I mean, how embarrassing is it. "Such a good girl..." He panted, popped his seat back for a few minutes, and did his pants up again as I licked my mouth, panting like a hot slutty mess. "Right on time too," he pointed to the clocked, just a tick over ten minutes.He drove us back, and we went along the side of his house that had a door directly to his office. "Here, get under there," he pointed under his big wooden desk.I hurried and popped myself under his desk, with more than enough space for me on my knees. Perfect."Honey,.