It’s going to be wonderful for you.”“But not you.”“This isn’t about me.”“God fucking damn it.” She stood angrily and put the partial...ly empty champagne flute back way too hard on the trolley. Her hand missed the center and the glass broke against the edge of the cart. The glass shattered and a small piece of it embedded in her palm. I immediately saw the blood welling and terrified she would get it on her robe I grabbed the hand and pressed it to my shirt to soak up the blood and put pressure on. Dave paused, taking a quick opportunity to cover her mons and thighs with wet kisses, before returning to her treasures. Jennifer seemed to catch her breath too, before settling into her familiar pattern of aroused openness. Dave knew she was ready for him to take her all the way to climax.So he began. Gently and steadily—licking, caressing, lightly kissing. Slowly, very slowly, increasing the speed and pressure. No faster than her breathing increased, really. This time, Jennifer seemed to gasp. There was so much; I kept drinking and drinking jets after jets of that salty black cock juice.He finally pulled out and he slapped my buttocks.He lifted my dress up to my waist and his hand ripped off my cotton thong in just one swift motion. He slapped my ass again and he made me lay down across his lap.Then he spent ten minutes fondling my wet labia. He laughed and said I was a very wet bitch down there. He pushed two fingers in and made me cum after fingering me for just a couple minutes.He. Between the exhilarating scene in front of me and the attentions of this stranger's hand, my cock has been rock-hard. I can feel the pulsing of my prick in my ears. My balls ache. It's not easy to stand.Maybe I could just fuck her with one of the toys. Others certainly have. The bar is piled high with all manner of dildoes, vibrators, nipple clamps, butt plugs, flails, whips, handcuffs, restraints, paddles, condoms, lubes and jellies ... enough to open a small boutique. I'm thinking this.