Before the night was over, I went home with over three hundred dollars in tips. Holy shit that was more than I made all week working there I thought. ... returned home a happy little server that night. I also returned home horny as hell from all the men grabbing my ass or staring at my tits. Cathy was still up in just her robe. She was on the sofa when I came home a little before three in the morning. I waited up for you to make sure you made it home dressed like that, Cathy said. I am just fine. The drive to the park was relatively short, but I was a little alarmed when Master didn’t tell me to kneel on the car seat when we arrived, so he could take the plug out. I knew better than to ask him, so I clenched as tightly as I could as I stepped out of the car. He laughed and told me to open my hand. When he did, he placed a small box inside it and told me to meet him at the party. He smiled and walked away with the cooler and the potato salad. I locked myself in a stall and opened the box. " I started to tongue her clit and I could feel her start to quiver. I knew she was getting close to cumming. She started bucking and my tongue was licking her and John's shaft. He stated moaning more. I don't know if it was from the feeling of me licking his shaft while he fucked my wife, or if it was because she was squeezing her pussy on his cock. "Keep fucking me. I am gonna cum!" And she started to slam her pussy up and down harder on his cock. I was licking her pussy at the same time.. She moaned in discomfort—clearly overcome with desire. She tried to move her head toward my cock, but my firm grip prevented her. I held her shiny hair firmly in my strong fists as one holds handlebars on a rough ride. "You got to beg for it. You're my sex slave and you can't do anything unless I let you. Now beg for it like the slut you are. Tell me what you need." Shove your dick in my mouth. Shove it down my throat." Her back arched as she scooted forward. She settled, her knees spread wide;.