His voice was stern, but not mean. He had a slight accent. I sat down on the bench. He sat next to me and I felt his eyes examining me. I sat up strai...hter and put my shoulders back. Without looking at her, he said to the woman, “Sit down, slave.” She sat on the other side of the booth and laced her hands together on top of the table. “Excuse me, but why do you call her slave?” I asked him. He looked into my eyes and I saw a mixture of swagger and hunger. “I call her that because that is what. However, instead of French words or phrases, Deborah saw a distant lightning storm. There was thunder, too, which reminded Deborah of a booming voice. Electric bolts streaked across a cloudy sky. Deborah tried to trace their trajectories, which were aimless and wild on an indigo backdrop. Then, the first of many bolts found its target in Deborah, sending tingles of delight to all the right places.Eventually, Deborah gave up trying to follow the bolts and just let her eyes unfocus to capture the. She could feel herself getting closer and moaned loudly, letting His penis fall from her mouth. Immediately he stopped and she cried out in protest. ?Please?? she began, but His hand slapped her pussy lips, hard enough to hurt but also sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She stuck her tongue out blindly, trying to find his cock. Only when she had Him back in her mouth, sucking on Him hard, did He continue touching her. Though her ministrations became more frantic, His touches stayed. "Come here Chuckie," she said, still holding his dick in her hand. All of a sudden I wanted to disappear, not be there, rewind and pretend this never ever happened. All eyes were on me and I felt smaller now than I did when I answered the door for him. "Chuckie, get your ass over here right now," Alicia snapped. I slowly walked over to her hoping that she wasn't going to do what I thought she was going to do. As I stood next to her, she took my hand and placed it on the dancers cock and.