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Subject: {ASSM} Football Weekend 2
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Date: Sun, 27 Dec 2015 05:10:07 -0500
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Football  Weekend 2
 
    The  swipe card, triggering the green light.  George turning the handle 
as he  pulls the card free.  Debbie walks past and into the room, taking 
Patti's  hand and guiding her to the love seat.  Debbie stands, undoing her 
coat and  handing it to her husband.  Coats in hand he asks if anyone would 
like a  drink.  Debbie asks for a vodka and tonic.  "And you Patti?"   Looking 
over at Debbie, seeing a slight nod of her head,  "could I have  scotch 
over ice please?"
    "Now  patti, we will have dinner in a little bit, George is meeting 
with friends for  dinner at the Club.  We could order up here; but I think I 
would like to  enjoy your company in the dining area."  Sitting down next to 
me, Debbie  leans over and undoes the bottom five buttons of her skirt.  Then 
lifting  one booted leg to cross over the other.  Settling her skirt, a bit 
of calve  and knee exposed.  The flesh so white to the contrast of the 
darker  clothing framing it.  "Here you go dear," the glass of scotch cold to  
my touch, a shiver and then a quick sip of the drink.  Another sip and  the 
warmth of the scotch filling my insides warming me, as I begin to  relax.  
Almost jumping as I feel the vibration again inside of me, the  funny feeling 
against my inside, looking over at Debbie, seeing the slight smile  curling 
her lips.  "Are you okay girl, feeling a bit jumpy aren't  you?"  The small 
talk again filling the room as we sip the drinks, George  excited about 
seeing old friends.
    "May  I use the bathroom, please?"  In a few minutes girl, relax and 
enjoy your  drink.  Waiting and watching George moving around the bedroom, 
arranging  his clothes for the dinner, then stripping down and walking naked to 
the  bathroom.  Hearing the water running in the basin, I feel the tingle 
in my  loins.  Looking over at Debbie, "go girl, you may pee."  Crooking her  
head a little, "I though you had to pee?" Standing up,"George is using  the 
facility," I respond.  "Go patti, and you may take the egg out, hold it  in 
your mouth."  Walking slowly to the bathroom.  George is standing  in front 
of the mirror shaving, as I walk past.  Reaching up under my  skirt, 
pulling down the narrow strip of material, I fumble for the egg, feeling  it slick 
in my fingers.  Looking up I see George watching me in the mirror,  rinsing 
off his face and patting it dry with a towel.  Opening my mouth, as  I 
insert the egg, tasting the slime of my juices on the egg, gagging slightly at  
the foreign object in my mouth, then sitting down as I lift my skirt.   
Spreading my legs slightly, the flow of water, splashing into the bowl.   
Looking up at George, turned slightly to me.  His cock in a state of  movement.  
Elongating as it stiffens, throbbing as it lifts its head  higher.  Sitting 
watching the tableau, then George as he moves across the  floor of the 
bathroom, his penis a short time ago flaccid, now firm and pointed  at my eyes, 
mouth.  The tip rubbing against my lips.  Reaching up to  run a nail along the 
underside of the shaft, rewarded with a groan, as it traces  the thick 
vein.  The head warm and spongy against my cheek.  As the  last drops of pee 
flow, my hand reaches and moves the egg from my mouth, pushing  it into my 
tunnel again, legs squeezing closed on it.  Turning my head, I  open my lips and 
feel the cap touching them.  Tongue tip slides out and  licks at the tip, 
the small eye.  Tasting urine on the velvety head, my  tongue licks along the 
shaft, fingers circling and sliding along the wetness of  my saliva.  
Lubing the shaft with the moisture, feeling his hands grasping  my head, as his 
cock pushes at my lips.  Opening for the head, the tongue  pinned to the 
bottom of my mouth, as the thick shaft slides against my  cheek.  Gagging as 
more of the length slips into my mouth.  Smelling  the scent of his pee and his 
seed.  The coarse pubic hair, tickling against  my nose and cheeks.  One 
hand cupping the hairy ball sack, feeling slamming  into my chin, as he rocks 
on his heels, fucking into my mouth.  Feeling the  small of my back, being 
driven against the top of the holding tank.   Gagging as I feel the first jet 
of jism hitting the back of my mouth, then  another and another, feeling 
myself drooling as the stringy white cum fills my  mouth and oozes out the 
side of my lips.  As he pulls from my mouth, my  tongue licks along the tip, as 
my fingers milk along the shaft.  Drawing  the last drop of milk from the 
male teat.  Looking up and then seeing  Debbie in the mirror watching through 
the doorway. 
    George  moves to the shower and turning on the water, steps in a 
satisfied groan as the  hot pellets of water wash over his flesh.  Watching 
Debbie, I stand and  feel the egg drop from my slick hole, the bang of it as it 
strikes the floor  loud in the tiled room.  Then the sound of it rolling to 
settle between the  shower and toilet.  Kneeling quickly I retrieve it from 
the floor and  looking to Debbie stand to wash it off.  "Clean it with your 
mouth patti  girl.", without thinking inserting it in my cum stained lips, my 
tongue lathing  over the metal egg, tasting dust and a hair from the floor.  
Gagging as I  withdraw it from my lips.  Fingers searching and finding the 
hair in my  mouth.  Wrapping it in toilet paper and dropping it in the pee 
filled  bowl.  "Lucky you girl", you would have cleaned it if it had fell in 
the  bowl.  Awkwardly sliding the thong on, and inserting the egg into my  
dripping pussy, catching the scent of my juices.
    Leading  me to sit at a dressing table, Debbie fixed another scotch and 
handed it to  me.  As I sat there, she unbuttoned my blouse, spreading it 
wide.   Fingers reaching to my breasts, touching the bruised nipples, then 
leaning over  to touch her wet tongue to each, circling the large nipples.  
Her lips  touching mine for a moment and then picking up a jar of aloe, gently 
rubbing the  cream around the swollen teats.  Moaning softly as the gentle 
touch, the  soothing ointment.  Fingers rubbing in slow circles, massaging 
the creme  into the surrounding skin.  The nipples aching for her lips again, 
the  touch of her tongue.
    "Go  and sit girl," dismissing as a grand lady would a slave.  Sitting 
down at  the dressing table, Debbie works on her makeup and hair, combing it 
out.   The shower had stopped and George in a towel, pads across the room 
to his  waiting clothes.  An impressive uniform, with a multiple ribbons and 
medals  and patches.  Walking over to George, Debbie hugs him and kisses his 
lips  in a long lingering kiss, tongues dueling for a minute.  "Come patti, 
kiss  George and we will be off."  Kissing George his lips touching mine, 
tongue  pushing into my mouth, hands pawing at my still opened blouse.  
Debbie  playfully slapping his hands away.  Then taking the nipple clamps, again  
they are attached to my breasts, a thin chain with latches hooking to each 
small  ring, a small round ball of metal suspended  from the chain, pulling 
on the  nipple clamps.  Buttoning the blouse after a quick kiss, then a 
quick  appraise.  A comb run through my hair.  A squirt of perfume.   "No, no, 
no.  The leg warmers must go."  Standing, I kick off my shoes  and lifting my 
skirt slide down one leg warmer and then the other, sitting  pulling them 
off and then pulling my socks back up my legs.  "Now we can go  and enjoy a 
wonderful dinner."  Hooking my arm, she grabs her purse and off  we go. 
    As  we ride down in the elevator to the first floor restaurant, Debbie, 
fingers  touch the front of my blouse, fingers massaging my aching nipples, 
so sensitive  to the touch.  Bumps showing in my blouse as she pushes the 
vest out of the  way.  "I like the way your nipples jiggle in your blouse as 
you walk.   I am glad  you didn't wear a bra."  Smiling shyly at the 
compliment,  "thank you."  Taking my hand, she guides it under her sweater, feeling 
the  warmth of her body and then the restraint of her bra.  Sufficient to  
support and hold the large breasts.  My fingers exploring the full cup, the  
ample valley of cleavage between the large round orbs.  "Enough, you  might 
touch later patti,"  the commanding voice so soft and even; but  firm.  The 
two women, walking arm in arm, checking the reservation and then  led to a 
table.  Sitting across from each other, as a tea candle is  lit.  The view 
of outside, partially blocked by the reflection from the  overhead 
chandeliers.  A mixture of formal dress and casual among the  diners. 
    Picking  up a glass of water, sipping it as I look across the table at 
the older  woman.  Her hand reaches forward and taking the remote, moves it 
under my  linen napkin.  "You have been a good girl patti, so I will let you 
be  the one to have some control," smiling at me.  "But only when I tell  
you." 
    "Now,  I will order for you, you may look at the menu though.  And 
while ordering  you may turn on your egg."  As we sit talking, I move the napkin 
from the  remote.  Watching the smile of approval, as it sets on the table, 
waiting  for a touch.  As the waitress leans over to Debbie, "would you 
like  something to drink ma'am", my hand reaches for the remote and switches it 
to  High?  The vibration strong as  I can feel the egg, moving in my warm  
dark cavity.  Leaving it on the table, I sit upright, with  my fingers 
clasped in front of me on the table.
    "A  bottle of Merlot and two glasses.  We are ready to order also", 
Debbie's  voice even and controlled.  I will have the Chicken Kiev, baked 
potato and  a Caesar salad."  Turning to me the girl looks expectantly.  "She  
will have shrimp scampi, steak fries, and a garden salad with crumbly blue  
cheese."
    "Thank  you ma'am.  I will bring you warm bread and your wine 
directly."   Walking away from us, my hand reaches for the remote.  Finger touching 
it  with a soft caress and then turning it off.  "Stretch your legs out  
patti."  As I do, I feel the touch of her leather boot against my legs,  between 
my legs.  As she lifts her leg, the toe and heel touch my bare  flesh for a 
moment.  My knee and the lower thigh, lips closed  tightly as my eyes close 
for a moment at the contact, then flutter open again to  see her looking at 
me.  Lowering her foot, it pushes at the inside of my  shoe, nudging it 
outward, then doing the same to the other, spreading my legs  wide, as I sit 
quietly.  "That is how I want you to sit the rest of  the meal.  Now open your 
top button patti."  My fingers moving to my  blouse opening the button, 
fingers fumbling a moment at the small  hole.    "Turn the lapels down girl."  
Fingers reaching  to even the "vee" of my blouse.  Just a hint of my small 
cleavage showing,  giggling at that thought.  Not really cleavage, not 
without a bra to give  it to me.
     The waitress returns with a stand and a bottle of wine and glasses in 
the  crushed ice.  Looking to Debbie, as my finger again moves, pushing the  
button, the vibration again cushioned inside of me.  Watching as the  
waitress adroitly takes the glasses and sets them on the table, then the wine  
bottle, showing the label to Debbie and then me, then breaking the seal and  
screwing the cork from the bottle, handing the cork to Debbie to sniff.   
Then pouring a small amount into a glass and again handing it to her.   Debbie 
looking at me as she inhales the aroma from the tilted glass, then  tips it 
up and sips at the precious liquid.  Eyes closing as she  swirls it around 
her mouth and then swallows, nodding to the waitress.   Pouring the two 
glasses of wine and setting one in front of each of us, the  bottle turning till 
it is chilled again in the cooler. 
    Another  girl, with a breadboard, steam still coming from the raisin 
rye, looking at me  for a moment and hand sliding the remote closer to me, to 
make room for the  breadboard.  My face flushing wondering if she knows what 
the remote is,  controls and whom.  Debbie's soft laugh, draws my eyes and 
I realize she is  laughing at my embarrassment.   As the girls leave, my 
hand slides to  touch the button, my insides quiet, but not quiet.  I can feel 
my state of  mind affecting the glands in my lower body.
    "To  us patti dear", raising her glass, as she looks over it.   My  
hand lifting, moving the glasses and fingers touching briefly.   "You are such 
a compliant girl, aren't you hon?"  Nodding my head in assent  as I sip the 
sweet wine.  "Has George or Rusty explained what tomorrow will  bring", her 
words having unspoken words.  "You will be going to the game  tomorrow, 
won't you?"  "Yes, ma'am." 
    "I  may go, not sure yet; but George has friends going down with you.  
Four I  think."  Smiling, "a nice stretch limo they have reserved, will be 
down to  pick us up in the morning."    As the food arrives, I reach for  the 
button and again, feel the soft movement beneath me, in my nether  region.  
Sitting back as the salads are set down, small talk again.   In spite of 
the situation, enjoying the talk directed by Debbie.  Her voice  soft and 
gentle and so very sure.  Leaning forward to me, "patti, you will  go to the 
ladies room and remove your egg and thong.  I want you to bring  the egg to me 
in your mouth and put the thong on the table.  Do not  hesitate, even if 
someone is here.  Do you understand?"  Nodding my  head in assent, "yes ma'am."
    "Oh,  patti?"  Stopping as I rise from the table, "patti don't turn it  
off."  Her smile the last thing as I turn from the table, feeling the  
excitement in my body, knowing that my body is responding to her.  Walking  to 
the ladies room,  wanting to look to see if someone else it there, but  not 
hesitating as I close the stall door and slide the thong down my legs,  
stepping out of it as my fingers grasp for the slippery egg, encouraging it to  
slide from my swollen vulva.  The buzz loud in the confined space of the  
metal stall.  Slipping it into my mouth, feeling the vibration as it  touches 
my teeth, tasting my juices, mixing with the wine taste on my  palate.   
Taking the opportunity to relieve myself, the splash of the  water loud in my 
ears, carefully wiping at the drips on my lips, daubing on the  drops of 
urine.  Lowering my skirt, standing and flushing.  Walking  out and seeing my 
face in the mirror, cheeks slightly looking like the pockets  of a chipmonk.  
Swollen like my lower lips.  Carefully licking my  fingers and then washing 
them and drying.  Patting at my hair, and walking  slowly back to the table.  
Debbies eyes following my progress, and feeling  a bit flushed as I notice 
the stares of a few men.
    Sitting  down, I carefully open my legs to the proper distance, then 
reaching in my mouth  I draw out the still vibrating egg, her hand extending 
the velvet pouch.   "Turn it off and put it away girl."  My finger touches 
the button one more  time, the loud buzz in my ears ceases and a quiet it 
seems falls on the  room.  Blushing at whom might have heard it, then setting 
the neatly folded  thong on the table between us, as I put the remote in the 
pouch and hand it to  Debbie. 
    Shaking  her head, "you lucky girl, you distracted me, so that I forgot 
what else you  were supposed to do."  Opening her purse, she shows me the 
large molded  dildo.  Lifting the moist patch of cloth, she holds it to her 
nose and  inhales, then licks at it with the tip of her tongue.  "Mmmmm."   
The soft moan of delight, as her eyes sparkle with glee.  Taking the thong,  
she sets it on her lap.  "Now.  Let me have the clips dear."  Her  hand 
extended across the plates of food.  "Quickly now."  Reaching to  my blouse 
finger reaching in and pressing it open, sliding the right one off and  then the 
left.  Setting them in her open palm, watching her fingers slowly  close on 
them, into her fist.  The sudden rush of blood, bending me over,  as a 
whimper, escapes my lips.  My fingers lift and then hold, wanting so  bad to 
touch my breasts, massage the nipples, knowing that only ice would help  them 
right now.  Beginning to love Debbie's smile as she sees my  hesitation.  Her 
heading nodding approval.
    Slowly  enjoying the meal, with a soft conversation.  "Take your vest 
off."   The words spoken in between bites.  Automatically sliding to down my 
arms,  the white blouse a splash of brightness in the shine from the 
chandeliers.   My nipples are and poking at the thin material.  The feel of her 
boot along  my knee and thigh, teasing me, as I slide forward on my seat, 
wishing she was  taller and had longer legs.  The toe tip touching mid thigh for 
a moment,  my legs closing on the shoe, then opening.  I can feel the 
wetness on my  labia, on my thighs, seeping to the skirt below.
    "No  dessert dear, that will be later."  Signing the chit for the tab, 
we stand  and holding my vest in my hand, walk out of the restaurant to the 
elevators,  stopping me for a moment, she takes the thong in her hand and 
dabs at my lips  and nose.  The scent strong.  That of a needy girl.  As we 
stand  waiting for the elevator, her hand rubs my back.  My legs shaking as I 
want  the door to open, and then to close on us...........
 
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