Heather was at the end of her endurance. She wanted to submit and let come what may. She had held off only because of Diane and Richie, and to give in...now would be an insult to their efforts. "I don't know anything about it," Heather moaned. "Uhng ... p-please, I..." You better not be lying to me. I could just as easily ask Laura to put the same question to you, and you would never lie to her." I w-would never lie to Mistress," Heather breathed before she could stop herself. She closed her eyes. I can't believe I said that. Can this line move any slower? Let me die now. Fresh sweat and a citrus woodsy smell distracted her as she took a deep, calming breath.His big body crowded hers, and warm breath tickled her ear. "Mm...steak and mushrooms. My favorite dinner. I bet you're planning something special for the zucchini and peaches afterward." Excuse me?" Ivy looked up in confusion; eyebrow arched to meet green eyes, dark lashes, and his mischievous smile. Just a little flirting. Play it. She too likes to shave and I stare at her glistening mound. She lies back and pulls me to her. I find myself above her, looking into her blue eyes. She grins and reaches down to my hard dick. She quickly pulls it forward to the entrance of her wet hole and we both scream as I enter her. My cock slides between her wet lips and she digs her nails into my back to pull me to her so that every inch will be in her. “Yes,” she moans. “Fuck me!” I obey her order and begin to fuck her very quickly. My. Of course, why would you you everything a girl like that would want you. She just meant dinner to catch up as a friend. After the initial disappointment, you push through and find that we all get along well and have an enjoyable dinner anyway, even if it isn’t going to end the way you hoped. Dinner is done and we sit, chatting comfortably on the sofa, my feet propped up in your lap as you gently run your hand over the tops of them brushing lightly against me trying so hard to resist but needing.