He asked me whether I wanted to take my date to dinner someplace nice before the dance. I hadn’t really thought about it, but it sounded like a good...idea to me. Dad had me check the time on the dance and made reservations right then at Carlin’s Restaurant. It’s a nice place. He and Mom go there for their anniversary just about every year.“Now tell me about this girl,” Dad said.“Her name is Katie,” I told him. “She plays the oboe in Concert Band, but she’s part of The Pit for marching season.. When his slap landed on my face, it caught the edge of the blindfold, lowering the material slightly. If I strained I could see out of the top, but only barely. I managed to catch a glimpse of the wood panelled walls and the white ceiling before he resecured the material, blinding me once again. “Don’t speak!” He barked at me. I felt him climb atop of me, his legs straddling my abdomen. His crotch brushed my bare stomach. He was no longer clothed. I had expected him to be dressed. He grabbed. The two men held Julie’s legs as her body convulsed, hips arching from the bed in the frenzy of her climax. Even as her body was relaxing as her orgasm faded, Doug was moving up the bed between her legs, positioning himself above Julie’s still-twitching loins. Reaching under her to cup her smooth buttocks in both hands, he raised her hips to range his broad blunt knob against her wet opening. Julie grunted in pleasure, her legs rising to clasp Doug’s waist, her ankles locking behind his back as. Jorge arrived smartly dressed with a single red rose for Marissa and a bottle of wine. The conversation started out social and I could see that Marissa was enjoying the extra attention that she was receiving. It was not long before I could see where the evening was going so I decided to take the decision to progress the conversation towards our planned threesome. Jorge was taken a bit off guard by my forthrightness but I could see that Marissa appreciated it. Being in a public place we had to.