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Wedding

... to have stopped eating and were both staring at me. Just then, I got a sharp smack on the side of my head and Mistress growled, "You had best get busy down there." I turned back to her crotch, pulled her foreskin down with my other hand and began sliding my mouth up and down on her cock while keeping my tongue busy on the underside of her engorged knob. As she had taught me, I was varying the suction, collapsing and expanding my mouth around her dick and condensing my throat muscles as if I was swallowing to give her dick some additional stimulation on the down stroke. At the top of the stroke, I would work my tongue in and out of her pee-hole and try to shove it in the slit as far as I could. I had my eyes closed to concentrate on my task when I felt something graze against the back of my head and got a bone-jarring smack on the side of my skull. I stopped my ministrations, just holding her dick gently in my mouth and opened my eyes. As soon as I did, I knew there had been another increase in brightness, still in shadows, but even lighter than it was before. Mistress's skirt had brushed my neck as she gathered it back onto her lap thereby totally exposing me to anyone who could see under the table. I turned my head slightly while still keeping Chanticleer's cock in my mouth to attempt to get a glance at the room. The other couple was done dining and had swung around in their chairs to watch us. I couldn't believe that they had not complained to management or confronted my ...

... Mistress until I noticed that the male had a cellphone pointed at us and appeared to be taking pictures. I saw a pair of men's shoes approach the table. "A thousand pardons, Ms. Chanticleer, but this was not part of our agreement." I heard a voice say. It sounded like the Manager, Luis, who had seated us. "You silly faggot, of course it was, and I paid you in advance for the privilege." Mistress was plainly angry at the interruption. "But...but...I didn't know it would be like this... I mean out in the open and everything." Mistress was obviously losing her patience and it came through in her voice. "Listen, you estúpido, it's not 'out in the open', it's a private show which only your staff and a few other people can observe, which was exactly what I told you would happen." "I am dreadfully sorry, but I cannot permit this, the owner would fire me if he found out." "And what would the owner do if he found out about the money you've been embezzling to pay me to abuse you and let you suck my cock?" Mistress questioned in a loud enough voice to attract the attention of several nearby patrons. "Dios mio! Don't even whisper those things, Madame. Please, please, proceed, I'm sorry I interrupted. Please perdona me." He groveled and backed away. The slap on the back of my head jarred me back to my duties and I began sucking and mouth massaging Mistress's dick with all the intensity I could muster. My knees were aching, my back sore and my tongue tiring, but I reached my hands up and ...