A server picked up our trays and he even thanked her. We sat down and I gave a quick prayer for our meals. I raised my head and asked, “Okay. What�...�s going on?”Prince Asshole responded, “What do you mean?”“You’ve been human all morning including being polite to us lower orders. I don’t believe you’ve learned much in twelve hours and slept. So, what’s going on?”Mason and Anna were involved with each other though Prince Asshole gave a quick glance to make sure they weren’t paying attention. He. "Get on the cushions and lay on your back,Steve. Spread your legs!" He did what he was told,grinning the entire time. His skinny dick with it's lime sized head,waved and danced around in the air."Bobby,go kneel down over Steve's face and look at me. Now,put your dick in his mouth!" and he did. Steve was sucking away for all he was worth. As he reached for it,I said "Don't you dare touch that cock! Bobby! Shove your dick into his mouth as far as he can take it!" I was amazed to see Steve deep. Becoming waves. Shorter between them but ever higher, as the gentle fuck becomes something altogether different. Becomes hard and fast. And even the pinching of nipple becomes harsher, bordering on pain but becoming that much more pleasurable because of it. And the tongue no longer needs to feed the stormy seas of her pleasure. Instead she needs it clear, free to bring deep breaths inside her.It ends as she thought it should have begun, but she understands. She understands the climb to ecstasy. He squeezed Celeste's bottom,and ground himself into her crotch. WHACK!” Ted's head rang. Celestestood back, hands on her hips. She was furious now. “God damn it Ted…didI say you could feel me up?” Ted looked at the floor, a tear coming downone cheek. “No, Miss Celeste.” Ted and Celeste had met in high school, when he was a geometry geek and she,the captain of the cheerleaders…she had no time for him. Ten years later,he'd run into her again in Tyson's Corner mall, and discovered that Celestewas.