I could tell Becky was still feeling anxious by her little nervous habit. Some people bite their nails, some twirl their hair. Becky coped with nervou...sness by running her fingers through her slave's pussy. To each her own. I considered copying her, but I figured that Jamie was nervous enough.When we got to the restaurant, we stepped out of the cab and straightened ourselves up. I tucked Jamie's and Becky's leashes into their dresses. I told them, "I think we can do without this, at least for. " Without missing a stroke she leaned down and stuck her tongue in my mouth. We kissed passionately as our hips continued to dance together my cock slamming into her twat. My hands were now covering her ass with a finger poking into her asshole. We were both getting close now.Our speed picked up. She was using her twat muscles to squeeze my rod even harder than before. We were both now breathless and panting hard. The sweat was pouring from every part of my body. Finally, I shot first one load. You fucking cocksucker." Once she was done she positioned her ass in front of me setting herself up for another incredible ass fuck. I slid my cock in her asshole, grabbing handfuls of her braids and rode her like a race horse. . Ellie's pretty Brazilian assistant moved against the window to make room in the booth for Jack so he took his seat as he offered his condolences. Ellie offered him good luck with the deal and resumed eating her salad, pretending to show little interest in the man as he studied the menu. Eventually he spoke again."What's that salad like?" Fresh." replied Ellie monosyllabically. "Is it chicken?" he persevered."Turkey."He frowned slightly and caught the silent secretary's glancing contempt. He was.