One day while helping Professor Jenkins from the professor's dinging room to the bedroom for the professor's afternoon nap, the Professor said somethi...g about a secret device he had worked on in his basement that he had never told anyone about. He thought he was talking to another professor.After Thomas helped the professor to bed, he wondered if the Jenkins was just rambling on or was telling the truth. The professor continued that he hid the invention because he did not want it falling into. She was definitely being a full-service slut. I subsequently kept half an eye on Jake slurping away on Melanie's pussy as I continued to bang the ass off his very willing and accomplished wife, who was also being a perfect slut. I saw that he was watching my dick driving in and out of his wife's pussy while he was licking Melanie's pussy, and I realized that he had positioned himself perfectly for a close-up (about twelve inches away) of the action. So, he was enjoying watching my dick sliding. When they got in, Sam whispered something to the Maître' D, and slipped him some money. The tall, elegantly tailored man escorted them to a small table against the huge picture window facing the street. The floor was about three feet above the outdoor dining deck.Tony held the chair for her as she sat, and helped scoot it closer to the table.Jenny was seated at the table facing the outside window. Sam sat to Jenny's left, and Tony sat against the glass opposite Sam. Sam got up and helped her. "Do you like that?" he asked."No," she lied, but the tone of her voice betrayed her, and he caller her out on it."Liar," he said, pulling out his fingers and laying another smack on her pussy. A jolt of pleasure shot through her while the stinging continued. She could feel the welts on her ass now, and was squirming again in her ropes."Please don't hurt me," she moaned. "I'll do whatever you say." She wiggled her ass again, pleading with him to put the fingers back. He did, and they went deep.