This and more...

As I said before, I liked the way he took charge of the situation. I completely obeyed, and sat down on his lap. He knew what he wanted, and I was definitely in no shape to argue with him. I put an arm around his neck while I cradled my drink in the other.

"Now, that's much better," Blake smiled at me. "Who are you sending the selfies to? "

It might sound silly but I had not expected him to ask such a question. But I knew if I didn't answer and tell him the truth, it would piss him off "My husband... John," I answered. "I wanted to send him pics of my adventures. Kind of like telling him a story about the night I am having."

Blake chuckled at me. "I see. Well, we'll have to give him one heck of a story to look at. And hear when you get back to him. That is..." He then winked at me. "...if you get back to him."

I didn't know what he meant by that. I just brushed it off. Suddenly I felt a bulge rising up against my inner thigh.

It felt large. It felt strong. And it excited me.

"It feels like something new has come up we can talk about," Blake proudly smirked remarked. "I want you to grind your ass into me until I get hard."

"I don't think I can do that," I protested.

"You want to, and you will," Blake suddenly commanded. "That's why you're here. You want a story to tell. You want an adventure. Well, I'm giving you what you want. It's only fair you give me what I want."

I should have got up and left right then, but i couldn't. I slowly began to grind my ass into his groin, feeling his cock rub against me as it grew harder. It felt so big, and so stiff. My ass ground against his lap, round and roud. His hard cock always prodding me.

Blake's hand slowly crept under the hem of my skirt. His confidence brought the slut out of me, and I found myself parting my legs for him. Welcoming him.

His fingers began to probe the crotch of my panties.

"You're wet," Blake whispered into my ear as he kept manipulating my clit. "Do I make you wet? Tell me!"

I couldn't lie. He was definitely in charge, and if I lied I felt for sure he would punish me. "Yes," I admitted, "You make me wet."

"Good girl," Blake cooed. "Now stand up and take those wet panties off, and give them to me. Don't worry. No one will see, and no one will care. After all, I am the owner of this fine establishment."

"What?"

"Do it."

I stood up, pulled up my dress to my waist, and removed my panties, sliding them down my long legs.

Embarrassed. I handed them to him, then quickily sat back down on his lap.

"Time to take another selfie," Blake smiled, holding up my black lace panties. The crotch was very visibly wet. "Open your mouth."

"Wha..'

Blake stuffed the panties into my mouth. I recoiled at the bitter taste of my arousal. " Take the picture, posing with the panties in your mouth while sitting on my lap.

What else could I do? He was in charge of me. I had lost all control. I took the picture, and sent it to John. "Now what?" I asked.

"Now?" he said with an evil grin. "We wait for your husband to call."