It was very elegant and we did not feel out of place in our finery. The men all wore tuxedos or dinner-jackets, the women all wore at least cocktail d...esses, some even long stylish dinner dresses.We were seated at a long table and had a very good view of the room. To my embarrassment Sylvia asked me to take off my bolero jacket as soon as we sat down. It was as if she had waved a signal flag: the minute I had deposited my jacket on the backrest of my chair, a young man came up and asked me to. ......Hang on I thought, something doesn’t seem right here, what did she mean, ‘we’? Also how did she talk when my cock was all the way in her mouth like that? To be honest I was enjoying this so much in some ways I half didn’t care and relaxed for a few more moments before feeling a tongue kiss me, it was soft and tender, it was.... Fiona, I recognised her style from just moments earlier when we were kissing after Ross went upstairs to take a leak..... But my cock was still being worked within. Like her I have freckles not as many but quite a bit. My father was half Greek half Jamacian his skin color was a very light coffee color. Like mine his eyes were blue. My color is golden and hair is raven black. At thirteen I look like a 9 year old, my eyes are large and I'm shorter than everyone my age. The only thing that gives me away are my breast, they are a B cup which stand out on my little body. Franks eyes are drinking them in now.Suddenly he brushes his finger tips across my left. “Oh Shit!” I heard him groan through clenched teeth, as my tongue felt the sensations of his throbbing perineum, telling me that his cum was at last pumping from his two ‘golden eggs’, through his groin towards his shaft. Time seemed to slow down as my hand felt the tell-tale throbbing in his organ as his cum erupted from his tool and shot down in a long stream across his face. He closed his eyes tight shut and grimaced, as his thick, white cum remorselessly spurted across his mouth, his nose,.