As I served both my guests, I told them that they were not to grope the server unless they wanted dessert. I was immediately fondled and caressed much...to my pleasure. Nice start to any meal.After we ate, we took brandy into the living room where I was stripped by two very interested men who proceeded to pleasure me top to bottom. I had a can of whipped cream that decorated their dessert though it did leave some stains on the sofa that I had to sponge off the next day.Now, when I say that I'm a. Was he allowed to finish her off or would Mistress demand him not too.Gimp waited eagerly for the next order from Mistress. The confusion was too much. Gimp wasn't sure what to do. If he continued or stopped, he could be punished. Was this more mental torture?Gimp looked at Mistress. She looked back with a blank face. Was she pleased or not? Gimp had no idea.Mistress stood up, walked across the room and stood between Ferrari and Gimp, her crutch within inches of Gimp.Gimp could smell her. Her hands were shaking from the pain and her fingers tried to massage her clit. He let go of her left leg and slapped her hand. She tried to push him off of her again, bucking her hips to escape his cock. He reached around her legs grabbing her hands, he pushed his body weigh down on her holding her legs in the air by his arms and shoulders. He pushed himself the rest of the way into her ass. She cried silently as he continued to push himself in and out of her. She gave up on struggling and. ”“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or an insult!”“Take it however you like,” I grinned. “Now, I have to break the news to Sandy.”“I’ll be in the fallout shelter in the basement. Good luck.”I knew Sandy and Clarissa would be along shortly because it was almost time to leave for Genetics, so I got my books together and waited. A couple of minutes later they showed up, and then we joined Jason, Pete, and Fran to head to class. I decided it was best to wait until after our Ecology and Evolution.