I had come in after school and opened the place at 2:30. We would get some traffic around 5:00 and then whatever crowds we were going to get during th... dinner hours from 6:00 to 8:00. But from 2:30 to 5:00 I usually had the place to myself. And I was pretty horny.This didn’t happen all the time. I was still in school but every now and then things just built up. And when I had gotten an eyeful of that one particular crush on the track and then talked to another very cute boy on the way to work,. "Now turn it off!" He said flatly as the waiter walked away. My eyes flew open. "Now, Jill, turn it off." Yes, Sir," and I wilted as I turned it off."Good girl," a gleam in his eye.Our food came, and it was divine, despite the interludes of maddening pleasure spent with the wand against my swollen button. Michael picked a different level each time."Darling, your face is beautiful as you move towards ecstasy. That is how I know when to stop you. You have a particular way you hold your mouth just. Nothing but a small surprised squeak left her lips as he pressed her throat, her hands instinctively rising to meet his. He quickly released her, now he the one smirking down, her cockiness suddenly gone.'You do as your told.' He said more softly now, as he ran his large hand up her neck to cup her face. She only glanced to meet his gaze for a moment, and nodded. Maybe she had pushed too far? She was now aware of his strength and what he could do, her throat still stinging slightly from his. Another spasm and another burst of cum cream, this time without any real power only two to three inches of discharge, now joining the pools of warm cum lying on my lower belly. And my hand moves up and down my shaft at fucking pace, at orgasm pace, fingers snapping over the ridge, caressing the sensitive spot. Two or three more discharges from the slit strength seeping like lava from the head of a volcano but still shots. Waves of pleasure, pain of pleasure, pierce my body, summits and troughs.