I followed as they led me to the booths in the back. Once in the booth she took charge telling her husband to drop his pants and for me to " Suck his ...ick good you little slut". "Make him cum and I want to see you swallow every drop" She was very stern and it was obvious that this was more about her controlling me that me sucking her husband, but I didn't mind, He had a nice cock and I got to suck him. It took about fifteen minutes and a lot of her orders for him to finally cum, and she must. I push your hip back, rolling you over and getting on top. The weight of my body on yours quickens your breathing. Our lips continue to stay together as my hands explore your body. Your shirt wrinkles as I slip my hand underneath to feel your skin under my hand. Your fingers twist in my hair and gently pull me closer. My hands massage your body as they work under your shirt.Your hands leave my hair and move down my back and over my sides. Your fingers curl around the bottom of my shirt and pull. She smiled at him and licked her lips, and he had to tear himself away to look at me and ask for my order. By the time he left, I was getting hard again, and I asked my date if she was in the mood for something hot. She said she was, so I asked her to get down under the table and blow me again. She sat still for a moment, then smiled a wicked smile and slid down off her seat.I spread my legs for her, and she quickly unzipped my pants and had my cock out. She started blowing me, and she was. . repeat ... I had surrendered to the dog, would accept his ejaculations until he was finished with me. Faint touches of claw points were back on the flesh of my hips. Lucky was communicating; he understood he was leading the dance now.I was floating, my orgasms were blending into a series of extended contractions, less intense but lasting longer. Lucky inseminated me for a long time, coating my womb, one tiny spurt after another. "So much pleasure ... Resi warned me ... About what? I can't.