“And you’ve been waiting patiently to feel my cock inside you,” I murmured as I lowered myself, pushing my cock to the entrance of her wet cunt....“Just like this,” I said as I thrust the head of my erect length inside her. I felt her fingers dig into my back, raking down to my hips pulling me into her.“Ryan,” she groans.“I asked you a question, princess.” The moment she opened her mouth to respond, I pushed my full length inside her, soliciting a cry. “Don’t make me ask you again, little girl,” I. " Oh ..." I mumbled, letting my gaze fall back to the ground. Thatdidn't stop the sudden heat I felt in my cheeks, though, nor my handsfrom fidgeting in front of me. "So ... I guess that means you want meto keep this look for next time?" Yeah," Ryan confirmed. "I mean ... if you weren't happy withsomething about it, go ahead and change what you want, but just not onmy account." Except the car thing," I noted, trying to force some levity into myvoice and failing."Hmm?" Ryan hummed in. The main course was Fillet Mignon with fries, and a Parisenne salad. I went round and filled their glasses from the first of the bottles of Chateau Margaux vintage 1990. Our guests were impressed, as they should be because each bottle was worth $1,000.For dessert, we had Pavola Meringue with American ice cream. To go with this I offered them a small glass of Hungarian Tokai Dessert wine, vintage 1988. Jenny's father had won this, in a poker game, with a French arms dealer, and it is worth even. However, we did not put our hands on each other’s legs a lot… VERY high on my leg, which is exactly what he did next. I didn’t want to look at him because I was scared he was looking at me or we would make awkward eye contact, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted his hand to stay there or continue to travel to where it couldn’t go any higher. It was almost as if he was reading my mind though because that’s the next thing that happened. I wasn’t even focused anymore on Compatriot, but I didn’t think.