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When we arrived at the diner, both drivers parked the limos at the far corner of the parking lot. We all got out and went inside. The place was virtually empty, but one of our drivers told us all that the food was good, so we took his suggestion and decided to stay. With there being a total of 9 of us, we pushed two tables together and sat down. A nice older waitress came over to our table and started taking drink orders. She discussed the special of the day, which was eggplant parmesan with a small side salad and a large slice of garlic bread. Jill wanted the special, Dakota ordered a grilled cheese sandwich with a bowl of tomato soup. Jennifer ordered tuna salad on toasted sourdough bread. John and Diane both ordered the special as well. I went in a totally different direction; I ordered a BLT on white toast with mayo and two slices of tomato. I ordered a Coke and everyone else ordered a soda as well. I didn’t hear what the SS agents ordered since they ended up sitting at a table next to us. So, it ended up being 6 of my playgroup and 3 agents. I quietly told the waitress that I was picking up the bill for the protection team that was sitting at a different table. Since indian the restaurant wasn’t all that busy, the meals came quickly. One thing that I noticed was that anyone who ordered a sandwich, such as me only got the sandwich. When I pressed the waitress, she told me that you must order French fries or a side salad otherwise you only get the sandwich. The waitress trying to appease all of us brought amateur a big plate of French fries. Dakota, as usual, put some of the fries on to a small plate and slathered them with ketchup before taking some and stuffing them into my mouth and giggling all about it. It didn’t take long, but the SS agents finished quite quickly their meals, while my table was still working on their meals. I guess the fries arriving late helped slow us down. The waitress noticed that all the SS agents where carrying firearms. She asked how come they had guns. I explained that they are protection agents for me and Jill and Dakota. The waitress shrugged and walked away, clearly; she didn’t understand what I had told her. John was eating like a madman. When Diane got through with her meal, he finished it as well. She just smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek. He in-turn, kissed her back putting a bit of ketchup on her cheek, which made both giggles as well as the rest of the table. When three very loud teenagers came into the restaurant, I saw that the SS agents got a bit nervous. The teens sat down a few tables away from us. One of the agents moved her chair over next to Dakota and Jill. The teens noticed her do that and made a loud comment about how ridiculous they thought my protection detail was. He was getting some eye candy he hadn’t imagined could be so exciting. I pointed her to the bathroom, and went to my room to change. “Tonight's the night of the full moon, are you nervous?” she whispers as she slows down her assault, hilting her dick deep inside me. She held another young woman's hand who had fiery hair and green eyes, a flirty smile on her amateur face. Our canisters come individually labelled, so we swap – a small act of defiance. I smiled politely at the production assistant and closed the door to the small room. My mother, however, intervened. "Your son?" She sat on the bench in front of the fireplace and rubbed her feet while warming them up to the fire. I went to the closet and grabbed clean sheets. She grabbed me by the hand and no longer had her huge strap on harnessed on. She stared at me, passion building in her dark eyes. "Yeah, I think the more the better, but I'm really not indian sure." He could see how undecided she was and how he'd got her dangling on a hook, torturing her with not knowing the secret and he also knew it would drive her mad, he was playing her again with consummate skill. Marsha shuddered in orgasm then tripped twice as she rushed for her tent. We could pour a one-foot by one-inch cylinder and stretch it out to almost one hundred feet of thin wire. “I do. I remember a clause in there, where you could have more than one wife, but you would be my only husband.” Wonder came dawning into her eyes. Can you do that for me?” It is one thing for me to be getting the pleasure from the dildo fucking me as I ride along in the fresh air, but it’s so embarrassing knowing that people can see the dildo fucking me. And young people can’t keep their mouths shut even if you gave them red envelopes of cash to. I needed Mitch to fuck me more often.