Now, let me have them.” Emma handed them over, and slightly surprised when Jenny stuffed them into her handbag. “My trophy!” she grinned. “Rig...ht, follow me.” They eased themselves out of the booth, Emma conscious all the while that with one ill-judged move she would be displaying her wares to everyone. “I fancy a dance”, Jenny explained. They bustled their way to the middle of the dance floor. The floor was shaking, and both girls felt like they could feel the bass resonating throughout their. Amelia ordered for us, fillets rare, asparagus, and a tomato salad. She had another martini but I demurred and settled for ice water while we waited for our meal. We both knew where the evening was going and I had the feeling that everyone else in the restaurant did also. Her hand casually resting on mine when she was making a point... The desire in her eyes, that I am sure was reflected in my own... I felt so special, and wanted, and happy to be doing just what I was at that time. I made a. ?Fuck!? my husband exclaimed, pumping harder. ?You knocked her fucking teeth out!? The man grinned. ?Fuck it. They were crooked anyway.? They both laughed. ?Alright, enough of this shit,? said the man as he cut through the fabric of my pants. He ripped them from my body, my pale white thighs rippling in a combination of excitement and fear. Excitement? What the hell? Try as I may, the exhilaration was getting to me. My pussy felt warm and it tingled and throbbed. I. She just seemed to love it all.She was really making me hot for her as she took my balls back in her mouth. I really wanted to fuck her now. So as she was cleaning my balls, I pulled her skirt off. I noticed then she had some sexy laced top thigh high stockings on (that I know she changed into when she first went upstairs) and panties that matched her bra. I bent over her and slid her panties off while holding her legs straight up from the bed. Then, I pushed her legs apart as I reached.