This week happened to be the time they were hosting a production, and I had obtained tickets.Evidently, Ben was not much of a cultural devotee. Likewi...e, Linda enjoyed entertainment more thoughtful than American Idol. She hung upon my arm throughout the entire show, and continued to cling to me as we strolled to my car.“Sam, I had the nicest time! If only we weren’t being manipulated into this by Ben and Brenda...”I kept silent for a moment, but nodded slowly. After some thought, I volunteered,. “Slowly please George.”I kissed her throat and then her two breasts and slowly worked down her stomach until I came to the waistband of her panties again, without another word she lifted her hips to let me slide them down to her ankles.She lay on her back with one foot resting against the knee of her other leg and I knelt in front of her and enjoyed her female tastes as my tongue explored first her outer lips and then found its way up to her clitoris. Her breathing increased rapidly and I could. .”errm....no, not at all”, gulp!He proceeded to pull out his fat hard cock and continued pumping it with his fist for all to see!My juices were simply gushing now. I couldn't take my eyes off his throbbing member while he simply looked off into the distance and continued to masturbate with me.This went on for a few minutes and I was holding back from the orgasm that I could feel building. There were still people walking by after all, albeit at a distance.I was just wondering where all this was. They loved being treated like grown-ups and voluntarily promised never to drink alcoholic beverages outside of these walls. "Too many ways to get in trouble or attract attention." Cam said. "We talked it over. What happens at Chez O'Neal stays at Chez O'Neal." This is our secret place to safely be our dreams. Our safe house is not to be jeopardized." Kim and Lisa echoed the sentiment. "Facebook, Instagram and Twitter do not exist here. There will be no tittie tweets." Lets finish the BLT feast.