She sipped, then took a much bigger drink. "This is good!" I *did* laugh at the pleased surprise in her voice, and got a glass for myself. I had to ag...ree with her -- it *was* good: creamy, mildly orange flavored, and slightly fizzy. I sipped mine slowly, then laughed again when I saw that she had finished her first glass and was asking for a refill. "Ready to go home, Shelly?" "Let me sit down and listen to the music for a while. And you can help yourself to some of the food that I see you. God Dave moaned you sure can suck cock i could just smile some of Dave's cum still on my lips. Dave then said i want to take you out how about Italian that is wonderful as i slipped my pumps on. i will be right with you have to fix my lipstick Dave just laughed sorry kind of messed it up. We left the Hilton and walked to Dave's car nobody even took notice as we walked hand and hand. As we drove Dave was constantly running his hand up under my skirt feeling my small male clit. My clit was soft. ”A “yes sir” is not necessary, she just does it, and she holds herself open for him to see everything, everything a man wants to see and a woman keeps hidden. This is a ritual position that he just can’t get enough of. He sits back and makes her stay that way. What better way to show her who is in charge? Her head begins to tire on the stool, and she wishes she could put an end to the embarrassing position, but he makes her wait. He even slides in closer to her to get a better look, before. She lifted her foot to ease access to his cock and the speed increased. She was not able to hold her leg up for long and called me and said come here you bastard, hold my foot up. She asked me to kneel down beside the cot and kept her foot on my shoulder and asked me to hold it without slipping. The height was now perfect and the speed of fucking and her shouting was increasing.She started rubbing her foot on my face and chest and at one point inserted her toe into my mouth and shouted at me to.