B and I have been working together periodically for a few years, and depending on the mood or the moment, we frequently end up at her house, or in the middle of the dishes!With as much vigor and greed as ever.This time around, as we're serving a wedding, one table is particularly festive and fun. Fifties, uncles and distant cousins, located in a discreet corner of the room. As always the charms of my naughty have the effect on the males, and a charming couple, leaning against the wall. I notice that when it's time to serve the hot dish, B stays towards them a bit longer; the passage is so narrow, and the wandering hands of Mr surely do not displease him (I know his tastes!)."Hee hee! he almost fingered me through my thong the pig!" she confides to me in the kitchen. Ms. gives me unequivocal glances too. She is very beautiful, elegant. Suffice to say that our service has been very diligent with them.At the end, while everyone is dancing, the newlyweds congratulate us, the whole team is entitled to a generous tip, doubled for B and me from this couple. They find us in the parking lot and Mr asks us if we would be interested in a service at their place."It's our anniversary, and you guys were so professional." In fact, Mr is especially interested in the buttocks of B, who ends up skirt raised in the back of their car. Ms. and I are talking. She opens my shirt, caresses my chest,"My husband also likes boys." She whispers in my ear. I give him a big smile, and we leave it at that; they return to the wedding, and I accompany B after having fucked her wildly on the first discreet little path!On D-Day, we go to their house. Dress code: very short and low-cut for B, lace and black stockings under a very small apron, tight-fitting for me.Aperitif service in the lounge. As agreed we let ourselves be caressed, fiddled with by both of them. Then, with the second glass of champagne, Ms. spreads her thighs in front of me. Under her skirt, no panties. Her smooth pussy shines between her fishnet stockings. I have to lick her, without touching her, while she tastes oysters and champagne. I enjoy it, and I guess my naughty too, busy on Mr. My "client" takes hot flashes quickly! She undoes her blouse, her heavy breasts spring from her bra. She pinches her nipples, and I do not lose a crumb of the show, while I suck her clitoris and her labia minora.Finally, she interrupts me: "Take care of my husband, your colleague is going to serve us petit fours."On all fours, I swallow B's dick glistening with saliva. She's already pumped it well, the guy is very excited, in short... After a few minutes, I jerk him off pumping him and he cums inside. my mouth.He orders me to spit it out in a cup, and I have to serve this sperm-champagne cocktail to Mrs., delighted. B is hilarious, and teases me while we prepare the meal.A dinner show!Because the rascals ask us to get naked, bring a bench closer to the table, and frolic in front of them in the requested position.Appetizer; Mrs. calls for a 69. B doesn't want to stain my cock anymore, and has the right to whip his loaves!"Get the seafood platter, you perverts!"Mr asks me to stand in front of them, legs apart, B has to get carried away in front of them, showing off, legs apart, slowing down. I have to hold B, who ripples his loins on my cock. I sometimes have small breakdowns, and B has to come back down to put me back in the saddle, with his greedy mouth, erect rump facing the couple. (I have since that day the greatest respect for porn actors!) Mrs. has fun and enjoys herself...Norman hole? "Fuck me that female dog!" orders me Mr. We have to stop at the edge of orgasm to cut the roast and serve the vegetables. I have trouble with the fork and knife, while Mr grabbed my cock still swollen, and Mrs travel my buttocks and my thighs. B shares a knowing smile with Ms.: "Now what?""Get on top of him, s ...

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