?"He turned out to be the head Chef, and Sanders stepped aside to let him approach our table. I stood to greet him and thank him for dinner."Everythin... is to your satisfaction I hope?" he said politely. There was a trace of an accent."The lamb was out of this world," I assured him. "That soup, though," I said, shaking my head. "I don't think I'll ever enjoy another bowl of soup." Pardon?" he asked, concerned."Are you kidding?" I asked. "You should be ashamed of yourself. The least you could do. She could feel her pink nipple getting stiff against his palm and she wished it wouldn't. Catching her breath, she said, "Please don't talk that way to me."Glen laughed. "Hey, Fred, did you hear that? Little Miss Goodie-Two-Shoes doesn't like to hear fuck talk." Well, isn't that too fucking bad!" Fred said over his shoulder. He tilted his head so he could see his buddy's hand mauling Barbara's tit."No... no, please," Barbara gasped, cowering into the corner. She drew back, tits heaving, lips. "Is something wrong, Ginny?" We must go someplace where we can talk," she replied in a voice above a whisper. "It's terribly important to you, Antoine..." What is it?" We can't discuss it here," she insisted, "too dangerous." But... I don't understand..." Wait..." she said, turning slowly, her loose little smile returning once more as she pretended to look dazedly across the room. Then, he felt her hand tightening on his arm, and she said: "Look, they're leaving the room... now we can slip. John placed a finger on my hole and gently pushed it inside. I gave a loud moan. He said "You like it just imagine how good it will feel with my cock inside" He fingered me with one finger, then two fingers then three. My hole was soon loose. He put me down and brought some lube. He squeezed the lube in my hole and then inserted three fingers. He then also inserted his thumb too, it was hurting but also really pleasurable.He fingered me for a good time. Once my hole was loose he removed the.