”“If it’s Chris Evans, you can tell him it was me,” I laughed. “He knows who I am.”“For real?” he asked as we pulled out into traffic....“He comes into town every once in a while. He’s from here, isn’t he?”“Yeah. He’ll be in town at the beginning of April,” I told him.“Yeah, I heard about that. In any case, you folks feel free to put up the privacy barrier, if you want some privacy. I’m Darnell and I’m at your disposal all night long. You said the Captain’s Table was your dinner plans, right? How. There was some incense burning in a holder, which added an erotic aroma in the air. We were served a generous portion of wine, Gail and Renee were doing most of the talking. I still felt a little self conscious by what I was wearing, but obviously our hosts weren’t concerned by it. After an hour or so we went into the dining room, there we had a nice leisurely dinner served by Amber. I marvelled at how professional she was, I assumed she had previous experience in a restaurant somewhere.. She felt movement again. Then, it became certain that her Dominant was a man when he forced his hard dick into her mouth. It was large and veiny. She could taste the pre-cum oozing out of the tip. The head was velvety. He pulled out slightly and she playfully nibbled on the tip. Her tongue caressed it underneath as it slid over her lips and rubbed her face. She tried to use her face to massage it as it slid across her. “Please let me suck you” she begged. The stranger obliged and buried. From her crouching position tied to the armchair, Marie could hear the sounds of shoes and clothes being removed. There was much whispering, and shuffling of feet.Then Brad spoke again.“I want you to know Marie that you are a worthless cunt, lower than a street whore because a street whore has the dignity to set a price on her body, but you set no price on yourself, just offer yourself to anyone, so that means that even in your own mind you are worthless.”“There was only one thing that I.