Nothing... off to the ball!

He quickly flashed her the signal, allowing her to cover herself, only moments before the young boy opened the door for her, and offered his hand. She graciously took it, her heart beating a mile a minute, having just escaped an ultimately embarrassing situation.

Upon entering the restaurant, the two were immediately escorted to a secluded booth in the back. Andrea wondered if Joe would make her do some slutty things here? She remembered Joe talking about it when she was beneath the table sucking his dick earlier in the week.

Nothing happened through dinner, however, Joe did talk about all the "crazy" things he was thinking about. He told Andrea all of his "dirty" thoughts. Some of the things he talked about included: making her crawl beneath the table and sucking his dick, having her tip the handsome waiter, having her go into the men's room and wait for the next guy to come in, having her bare her tits in the booth, and having her sit on your lap as you fuck her silly.

All the sex talk was having the desired effect on Andrea. Joe knew he was teasing her, especially when he talked about fucking her. Her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, and Joe could see the fire burning in her eyes. He knew that she'd probably do it right there if he really wanted to. He did! But not now! It would have to wait! He needed to stay calm and in control! They left the restaurant and headed back off into the darkness.

Again Andrea shifted her dress, exposing her now damp pussy, swollen with desire and need. Again they drove, further into the darkness, to destinations, unknown for Andrea.

Finally they pulled up to a large stone gate, whose large iron grates were already opened. They traveled down the tree-lined, darkened path, till it opened up onto a palatial mansion. Bright white lights decorated the façade of the two story, stone building. Four huge columns supported the overhead veranda overlooking the courtyard. The drive circled around a marble statue, throwing a fountain of water into the surrounding pond. Upon closer inspection, Andrea noted that the statue was a naked couple during intercourse, with the water coming up between the bodies, which were joined at the hips. The water spray was signifying their orgasm!

Again, Joe signaled for Andrea to cover herself before a tuxedo clad, older gentleman escorted her from the car. It was at this point that Andrea spotted an array of limousines parked off in the distance. Andrea was flabbergasted at the amount of elegance surrounding her as she entered into the foyer. In front of her were large double doors that entered into the grand ballroom, where the din of people could easily be heard. Off to either side of the foyer, were large mahogany doors, and circular steps that lead to the second floor. Everything was in either granite or marble as Andrea's heels clicked on the floor.

The butler / escort apparently recognized Joe as he checked off his name against a list. Andrea could not see the list, but she watched as the butler opened a drawer and pulled a blindfold from the drawer. He handed it to Andrea. "My lady. We have a lot of distinguished guests and dignitaries here. Their anonymity is of utmost, crucial importance. I am sure you would understand, if we ask you to wear this in order to protect everyone involved."

Andrea looked at Joe with questioning eyes, and her heart pounding in her chest. She wondered what was behind those doors? Who could be there, that was so important? What was going to happen? Why was she being asked to put this on? Why not Joe? A lump formed in her throat as she watched Joe nod his head in her direction. She ever so slowly pulled the elastic band over her head, covering her eyes forever, and adjusted the snug straps in the back. Now she was completely at Joe's mercy. She had to rely totally upon him for her guidance throughout the evening. She found herself concentrating on the hand that now held hers, and the cool, calm, collected breaths that Joe took.

"Follow me," she heard the butler order.

Just before Joe led her to the doors, he spun her to face him. "Do as I say. Trust me. I love you." His voice seemed to calm her nerves somewhat, yet the fear and excitement had been heightened by his hand tracing the outline of her dress, across her tits, along her sides, and across her trembling abdomen. Joe then grabbed her hand again, and spun her in the direction of the door.

Andrea heard the clamor rise, as the squeaking doors were pulled open. Suddenly the room went quiet, and the only sound was that of the butler announcing their entrance, "Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing Sir Joe and Lady Buttercup."