As the passion mounted towards the inevitable conclusion, so the amount of voyeuristic viewers increased; they were oblivious, too intent on each othe... to notice.Her hands drifted from her breasts and clasped Paul’s waist, digging nails into the soft skin of his back. Perhaps she dug a little more than customary or her nails were a little sharper, because Paul yelped and grabbed her hands in his, while he supported himself on her lower torso. Bringing her wrists together, Paul clamped them in. I scan the room for a the best available table and to catch a waiter's eye. I notice I've caught a few other eyes already, as always happens when I wear this suit. It gives me an extra air of confidence and authority. I hold my chin that little bit higher, I meet people's gaze a tiny bit quicker and my handshake is just fractionally firmer. A girl, at least a decade my junior, bites her lip when I give her a half smile and a polite nod. I find what I'm looking for and head over. A young man,. “I’m…I’m gonna come,” I warned her, feeling her hot pussy juices running down my hand.She sucked even harder on my head and stroked my shaft faster like a slut who was starving for cum. Of course, knowing that she was my best friend’s mother made it all that much fucking hotter. It was a dark fantasy but there was no way anyone could blame me.“Mmmnnggg,” I groaned, pushing my hips up and erupting my hot cum into her wet mouth.As I spurted ropes of cum into her mouth, I furiously rubbed her clit. I have met every one of their husbands and children. I host parties here and invite them and their families. Of course, I am Madison at those parties or whenever the families are around," Madison said."Yes, Mistress. Carla told me a little about how things are here and that you like to keep things intimate," Kimberly said."Yes, I do. You will get used to the way we run things here and you will get used to all the touching and intimacy. And you will get used to dressing like this too. Most of my.