He saw a group of guys he was friends with at the DiSH meetings and made his way to their table. All the women seemed to remember what happened at the... Thanksgiving dinner for none would speak to him.The guys were talking and munching on bowls of Cheesy Poofs as the deejay started blasting Children of Bodom's Christmas carol.Eventually, most of the guys had gotten up to mingle and dance, leaving Ken sitting alone at the table. Knowing his chances with any of the women were zilch, he got up to. ‘I don’t think we should drink. I’d prefer to not feel like I’m taking advantage of a drunken woman.’ He boldly stated. I let out a small, almost inaudible gasp and blushed, that familiar feeling creeping its way into the pit of my stomach and traveling back down to my pussy. I could feel the dampness, there was no denying it, and he smirked at me, like he knew. I nodded and stood there. I never had this feeling before. I was always so sure of myself in front of him, always in control. The fact. She began to moan in a low tone, and to thrash about on the sofa, clapping his head between her thighs, as he substituted his middle finger into her asshole. “Yes, yes, do it!” She screamed, as she drove to a fierce climax. In the end she pushed him away, groaned, and rolled over onto her front on the sofa, her head buried in a cushion. The robe had ridden up and lay across her waist, showing off the tan lines on her tight butt. Her pussy was just visible underneath, the lips still full, a. All were formally dressed. “Master Jim, dinner is ready to be served.” Slave Connie announced. “Very well slave, you may begin serving.” “Yes Master.” She started serving the dinner. Wine glasses were filled the the salad was served. Then the main course of steak and peas and carrots were served. As she served the meal, many of the men patted her ass. Some were even so bold to slide a finger over her practically exposed pussy. A few of the women fondled a tit or pinched a nipple. Some.