” As the waiter moved away from our table, I addressed my lovely slave sternly: “Take them off.” “What, Sir?” “You know what I’m ta...king about, my love. Take your panties off and put them on the table,” I answered her matter-of-factly. “Right here?” she asked, wide-eyed. I nodded, and she looked around the room again before discreetly slipping them down her long legs and off her high heels. She dropped them in the middle of the table, and we both sat back and sipped our coffee, as we. “I wanna cum on your tits.” Brandon whispered, a note of urgency in his voice.“Yes B, do it.” Tegan moaned, her voice vising with tension as her breath caught in her throat, her pussy muscles clenching as Brandon withdrew before she hit her peak, her letting out a groan as she stopped frigging her slit and arched her back to present her small breasts for Brandon’s big finish. Brandon knelt on the bed next to her and she reached out with her hand to gently caress his balls, feeling them contract. I was concerned that she might wake up the little girl but her husband quieted her down with some smooth talking and I helped him carry her up the stairs into their master suite in the rear of the house. The girl's bedroom was in another wing of the house and I quickly checked to find her sound asleep and totally out of it.I was starting to get that familiar itch between my legs that signaled my cunt was questioning when my party was going to get started. I guess I was wondering the same thing. Then the stage manager came on camera. He was being given a blowjob by an intern. He closed the show.We found out later that it was the same all over the world. Arab countries were hardest hit. All of the women there were sexually repressed. Not any more. Nudity was required. There were also reports of tens of thousands of Muslim people in a catatonic state. Most of the rabid right clerics were in that group. It was very easy to identify Al-Qaeda or Taliban sympathizers. They could not move..