“Welcome back, Mister Winfield,” said the maître d’hotel who came over as soon as he saw them.“Thank you, Oliver.”“Something to start you...off with this evening?”“It’s a bit of a celebration. How about a nice bottle of Moet et Chandon?““Of course, sir.” He moved away, glancing briefly at the young woman with Jack. She was probably too young to drink, but you didn’t become the head of a restaurant at the Hilton by asking inconvenient questions. He waved over their server and gave her. I remove my mouth from your cock for a few seconds, while I wrap one hand around the base and place my mouth back on the tip. I start sucking it so hard as I move my hand up and down in time with my head. I know the tip is the most sensetive so I just keep my attention on that.I'm moving my hand and mouth at lightening speed as my tongue goes wild over the tip of your cock and all of a sudden you give out a massive moan. I hear you whisper in the sexiest voice ever: "I'm gonna cum!" and just as. I had been lost in the mirror’s lust and lost track of time. I live on the third floor of a three level brick front home and in but 5” black stilettos, French perfume and the tiny sheer black negligee I had just tried on I was not quite ready! I buzzed John in at the street level and decided I would ask him for a couple of minutes when he reached the door.When I heard his footsteps I opened the door peering from an angle to ask for some time while not revealing my state of undress. John stood. All I knew was I needed something in my pussy and I needed something NOW. And Aidan had just the something that would work. I deep throated him twice, twirling my tongue around his shaft on the way down, nibbling along the way up. Then I slowly slid my body up his, rubbing my soaking cunt against his head. ‘Annie…no…oh god no…’ panic seized Aidan’s body as he began to struggle harder against the restraints. ‘What? Aidan, please…’ I reached down and grabbed his cock and teased my clit with his.