I felt cushions, or pillows, or something soft at least for my chest and my head to rest on. My arms were stretched out in front of me, and I felt the... being tied off onto something.My legs were spread apart, each leg tied at the ankle onto.... ah.... the legs of a table. I was tied bent over a table. Oh my, I was so exposed. So open. So vulnerable. I could feel my tiny skirt riding up. I'm sure my panties and stockings were totally on view. To make it worse. my skirt was further hiked up. My. The food will be here in a minute.” She pushed him gently away.Brian picked up a bar of soap in his hand. “I’ll scrub your vagina and that wonderful butt.” His soapy hand found her crotch and ran up the crack in her buttocks.“Enough, please. I’m not going to greet the waiter naked.”Brian complied. He rinsed the soap off her and they both got out of the shower. He toweled her off from head to foot, stopping to spread the lips of her labia and plant a kiss on her clitoris. “I’ll get dressed to. "And it's not your fault. I'm even going to make it easy for you. There's soda and snacks in the fridge, and over two hundred channels on the digital cable. I have no plans for the evening other than curling up with the latest Cathy Donohue novel." Great," Keith thought as a smile filled his face as his momentary worry faded. "This is going to be even easier than I thought."True to her word, Anna Martone curled up on a comfortable chair to read her novel, leaving her "baby-sitter" the wide. Sucking and fondling them I positioned myself between her legs.Now we started kissing passionately and she also learned how to do mouth to mouth kiss. She was new to those things as my father only used to fuck her hard. He never was interested in foreplay with her. I got taste of whiskey in her mouth. She whispered that my father gave her a sip in between.I pushed my dick inside and was grinding inside her vagina softly.We avoided heavy pounding and she stretched maximum to give me good depth..