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I quickly found Ryan and as we walked over to the dining tables told Ryan what had happened. “Excellent,” Ryan replied as we looked for the man and his wife. “Old Mr Moore has a reputation for the young women.” As we walked up to the table Mr Moore steered me to the chair to his right with Ryan and Mrs Moore opposite us. Another of Ryan’s bosses, Mr Wilson, sat on my right with his wife opposite. As I sat down I didn’t attempt to hold the dress to cover my legs and I was pussy soon bare up to my waist. I put my handbag on my lap but as soon as Mr Moore saw it he said, “Put your bag on the floor my dear; it will be safe there and it won’t get in the way.” I did as I was told, wondering what my bag would get in the way of. I didn’t have tight to wait long to find out. Even before the first course was served I felt Mr Moore’s right hand on my left thigh. “Naught, naughty Mr Moore, I’m a good girl.” I whispered to him as I lifted his hand off my thigh. Two minutes later, just as I was being served, the hand was back. As the waiter moved away I whispered, “I’m a good girl Mr Moore.” But I didn’t lift his hand off my thigh. “I certainly hope so my dear.” Mr Moore whispered back. I opened my serviette and covered his hand. As we ate, drank and talked, and that hand kept returning to my thigh, getting higher and higher each time it came back. By the time we were well into the main course, Mr Moore’s right little finger had touched my pussy. When it first made contact with my clit ring, Mr Moore’s hand froze for a couple of seconds and he turned and looked at me. He smiled at me and without even thinking about it, I spread my legs enough for him to gain better access. On my other side, it perky took until I had finished my main course for Mr Wilson’s left hand to find my thigh. He too froze for a second when he first touched my clit big ring. I don’t know if there was some sort of telepathy between Mr Moore and Mr Wilson, or they’d pre-planned their tight pussy assault on my body, or they’d had lots of practice doing it to other young women; but, without even looking, one hand came up to the table as the other came down to my pussy. Izabel, his Brazillian lover was taking so long to climax, something he usually managed to within ten minutes while in control, that the repeated pressure inside his ass was starting to draw him towards him own far messier finish. Thank you so much for this prize. I was so glad I found the courage tonight to come here. “Ha, right. I wink at her and walk to the big couch where Granny perky Ellen continues to ride Roger. Makeup's easier to apply to a smooth, hairless tight face, and it won't show the powder he'll dust onto Abigail's features before her casketing. “Thank you.” Her raised head droops briefly as she stifles pussy an embarrassed giggle. I looked at Lil's face as she kept her eyes on mine. "OH Master! Even so, and likely because of Michael, Faith found herself feeling a little breathless as she fumbled at her door with the keys, feeling his hands slip around her waist, giving her a soft squeeze as he leaned in, tight pussy her ponytail giving him easy access to kiss at her neck. “Sean!” I moaned. After asking if I still wanted to go through with it he told me to undress and lay on the couch. She wanted to belong, to be big part of the pack, to serve the alpha. “Um… sex.” I said, feeling incredibly uncomfortable, “Did Passion ever tell you about sex?” Done when they were in the womb before everything went to hell. I ask the hostess, “Is Raul Fernandez here?” Giggling, I said to Kenny, " Wow get me pregnant, ok let's have sex Kenny, take off your t-shirt, your shorts and underwear, get naked, like I am. “Me too,” I said and we both looked at Sherry, her dress above her knees which were together. I could see a few guys were already lined up ready to piss on me. I could feel more streams of piss hitting my face as the first guy told me to clean his cock. She gripped the cheeks of my ass, pressing them together, forcing me to feel the massive size of her throbbing cock. I hoped so. The sound of Madre snickering at Rhino's words left a bad taste in Bloodhound's mouth, a sentiment the others shared. I steadied my glasses on the distant summit with one hand as I pulled a black and white cowboy bandana from my pocket. I get up and follow her out to the garage. Not officially proven at that time, but if true, that would explain how that report got buried.”