Dante watched her, holding a beer in one hand, leaning against the bar. He smiled at her, his eyes warm and calm as he watched her dance. He nodded sl...ghtly, silently willing her to continue her dance. Angels heart almost leapt at the sight of his approval, and she continued. Her efforts increased as she danced, her mind on Dante, the strange man who insisted on her pleasure and happiness, above his own. For some reason, she felt the need to impress him, to dance as best as she could and make. Becky is even more consumed in her fantasy now. She has plugged two fingers into her warm tunnel and when she slowly gyrates them in and out of her pussy he can see that they are glistening with moisture. He, now fully naked, climbs onto her bed. Becky registers a slight dip in the mattress but nothing more. She continues. He stands above her head for one moment, slowly stroking his cock. He waits until she opens her mouth to gasp for air and then in one swift motion he shoves his cock down her. “Do you like it?”“What do you think?” I realized my hard cock was in my hand. I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help myself, and clearly she intended to have me. She knelt in front of me and took me deep in her mouth this time. I gasped. She certainly knew exactly what she was doing.“Would you like to taste me too?” she asked. I nodded and she stepped up on the couch, straddling my face. She lowered her pussy to my mouth and I started licking. Suddenly I couldn’t get enough of her juice. . “The best table in the house,” Bruno announced, skipping across the floor, a waiter holding a bottle of champagne following quickly on his heels. “Compliments of the house,” Bruno smiled, pouring wine into glasses, a couple of waitresses moving anxiously around the table, forcing smiles, clinking cutlery and handing out menus. “Happy Birthday, Charles,” Beverley toasted, smiling and raising her glass. “Happy Birthday,” voices echoed in unison across the table, wine glasses chinking in.