We usually worked the steak house because we could get in a lot of hours and it wouldn't interfere with our school. This particular New Years Eve was ...uring our freshman year.It was just after midnight, the champagne had been served and the party was in full swing. Dan and I were in the kitchen helping ourselves to some of the champagne, when this drunk girl came staggering in through the double doors, She was pretty young, maybe she was with her family, I don't know.She smiled at us and said,. Ramola held my face with her delicate hands and kissed my cheeks. When she let me go, I rested my head on her boobs and got smothered, trying to trace her cleavage with my nose. During our canoodling session, my cock became hard and ready for sex.By this time, Ramola was asleep on the sofa. I caught my wife and pulled her urgently into the bedroom for a quickie. She was impressed by my performance, which was apparent from her suppressed smile.The next day my wife and Ramola had an appointment. I had a gay experience with a gay friend and had really enjoyed it. But, I felt the desire to try something I had never done. I wanted to experience a blow job from a complete stranger. Someone willing to extract my bodily fluid with no expectation of anything in return. No names. No conversation. Just something raw and anonymous. Something that was totally alien to my normal character. I chose a booth and stepped in. There was no chair. Just a trash can. I put some tokens in and picked a video. Using her other hand, she moves her fingertips only centimeters away from my sensitive flesh. I feel sick to my stomach. ?Pleasure?? She slides her hand along my belly and softly brushes my inner thighs. ?Or pain?? A flick from her nails hits my other nipple. ?Your body totally belongs to me, as does everything else here. Isn’t that so, Lisette?? ?Yes Mistress,? amswers the maid, her eyes downcast. She is kneeling in a curious position at the foot of the table: Her arms are crossed.