You can see my hard nipples through the tshirt, and you make sure to squeeze them a few times before getting rid of the tshirt. You feel me squirm eac...h time you pinch them, knowing that my cunt's throbbing each time you do. You begin to move your hands down towards my clit as I beg you to stop. You slap me in the face and tell me that if I say another word, I'll be sorry. I shut up. But start crying.You slowly force three fingers into my cunt, not giving me the privilege of feeling one or two. It was a posh do, lounge suits for the men and the usual “little” black dress for the ladies.We were sat with the juniors at a side table and the high performers at the “top” table.After the presentations which was so boring, we ate, it was a nice meal and drank wine and the men with their usual beers, we talked and laughed and danced, many times I was whisked away to dance as hubby talked shop!. Some of the men were nice and polite and some were the randy sods who pushed up against you as you. I parted my legs giving him better access to where I wanted him to go. He took his time kissing every inch of my skin, taking forever to put his mouth on my hot, wet cunt. I squirmed, the occasional moan escaping my attempt to be quiet."Please."I whimpered as I felt his hot breath dance on the sensitive skin of my pussy."You want this?"His hot tongue dipped into my slit and I almost came right then. Instead of tending to my swollen clit he continued to tease me, licking my lips, blowing on my. " I was, of course, talking off the top of my head, because what I'd just seen was definitely together! Both of 'em! Just the right distance apart, and the right altitude off her chest. That's why I still didn't trust my voice not to squeak. "I'll go below and start fixing breakfast. Scrambled okay?" I didn't add "like my brains right now." Ummmm, yeah," she said, and I swear there was a little smirk in her voice. "I'll straighten myself out and be right down there. Gotta use the head anyway –.