I lifted my wine glass in a shaking hand and took a very unladylike gulp. God, I was turned on! “Are we headed to the hotel soon?” He smiled, his...bright eyes shining into my face. “We will, as soon as you cum for me,” he said all matter-of-fact. Calmly. “Why don’t you come sit next to me?” He stood and I slipped past him into the booth. He sat down again and placed his hand on my thigh, slowly raising the skirt of my knee-length dress. I gripped his thigh and stared into his eyes, holding my. Then she thrust her fingers into her own pussy and, after making sure Wanda watched, pulled her fingers out and tasted her own pussy juices. An involuntary moan escaped Anne’s lips, and she could see that her play was affecting Wanda as well. Wanda’s face was flushing red, a sure sign she was turned on. Anne spread her pussy apart again, and said ‘Lick me, slave.’ Wanda crawled closer, and drove her tongue deep into her new Mistress’ pussy. As the teen started to move her hands to pleasure Anne. He hated doing this to her, but would continue until she ordered him to stop. Finally he heard a high pitched sob from her. Amy’s body started to shake with sobs. The loud slaps continued, as Amy’s sobs also started to fill the room. As the pain increased in her bottom, Amy at last found the release she was looking for. All of the tension, stress, and sadness that had built up in her since Spring Break came out, the problems with Wendy, the troubles she had with Burnside, her on-going feelings. The weight of his body on mine felt wonderful. He began to kiss my face and lips, then slowly licked a trail down my neck and behind my ear before turning his attention to my nipples. I could feel my nipples between his fingers and then his teeth. God how I love to have my nipples bitten just hard enough to be somewhat painful. He inched lower, stopping briefly to kiss and lick my stomach before moving down to my thighs. When he passed over my pussy, I wanted to cry. I wanted and needed to be.