What was amazing was how we didn't end up rolling on the floor laughing. Luckily our table was near a large plinth with an even larger vase of flowers...on it, so unless someone actually walked past our table, we are able to touch each other pretty much anywhere we wanted. You seem impressed that I can eat most of my food with one hand while permanently cupping your pussy beneath the table with the other. Thankfully the large table cloth overhangs enough for you to have taken my cock out from. I'm so sorry you had to see that."No, all that is the flimsiest cover on the real reason, I wanted to see what it was like to be with someone who used other people sexually like I did. It was worse than horrible by the way. Oh, the sex was almost adequate, but if he'd been a lover he would have been the worst. That's part of what made it so bad. It was the only time I had ever felt like I was cheating. When we talked on the phone that first time, when I lied to you, my stomach hurt. I'd like to. “Inside they had a dozen different fake body props around for people to trip over. The dummies were kept in tubs of slightly warmed goop and would be pushed up trough trap doors at the exact moment the floor was tilted down to make someone trip. When the person jumped up to run off, the body dropped back through the trap down to get covered in fresh goop. Everything they could think of was done to make it so that bodies never popped up in the same places twice in a row. Sometimes a body would. He reached under and spread my cheeks, telling me to lower myself onto his dick, adding that I could only use half of it. When I complained that I wanted it all he told me that if I was good and did as I was told, he'd fuck me hard with the full length next. Leaning back on my hands I lowered myself onto his dick, using all my willpower to stop when he told me to. "Now, slide your arse up and down on me, nice and slowly " he ordered and I quickly obeyed. Soon I was moaning like the slut I am,.