Ohh, Ohh, Ohh Jesus, I 'm going to come again. Oh God it feels so good. I heard Phil grunting as he fucked Sally in her asshole, I heard her screaming...for him to fuck her harder, deeper and all that. I felt two maybe three fingers in my own ass and I imaged it was Phil's cock, he wasn't fucking Sally, he was fucking me, it was his cock not this guys fingers that was giving me all this wonderful pleasure. The guy behind me finely pulled out and another moved in behind me.I felt the fingers leave. We were fucking so hard and I escalated so quickly I had to bury my mouth against the side of his neck. Without realizing the extent of my force to subdue my vocal response to my impending orgasm, I could taste his blood in my mouth.Then I came…I came hard…so did he, shooting streams of his jism deep into me. The hot ropes filling each void as my pussy slobbered forth a torrent of its own juices. The combined volume finding its way passed his embedded cock as I felt a rivulet roll down my. I pretended not to hear and snarfed another french fry. Kyle smirked and shook his head in feigned disapproval, and we resumed talking as if nothing was amiss.I spent the rest of the meal with my top askew, yet nobody besides Kyle seemed to notice my exposure. I was kinda hoping to surprise our college-aged waitress, but she never returned after delivering the food; Kyle even had to hunt down the check. Like I said, the service was lousy.My exhibitionist urge unsatisfied, I yanked my strap a. While it seemed forever in his mind, it was only a few seconds before she reached his desk and he remembered his manners as he stood up quickly to shake her hand, "Miss Flowers, nice to finally meet you. And please, just call me Adam. If we're going to be seeing each other as much I think we are, there's no need to be so formal," He took a moment to appraise the rest of her, noticing that she was dressed in a uniform that seemed based on the stereotypical maid outfit, but a bit modernized. Less.