“Perhaps I need to make the demand more difficult…” he suggests as he casually pops another sushi in his mouth.
“No sir!” The threat is enough to get me moving, for my legs to fall open one more time and my hand slip into the wet folds of my p***y. As soon I lay a finger on my clit, I feel the tension rise up and an orgasm surface as if it’s been waiting all this time for me to act. If only I’d m*********d in the hotel room rather than trying unsuccessfully to sleep—although at the time, I had no idea I’d be making this command performance at dinner. Although I try to be discreet, I feel as if I’m laying myself open to the entire restaurant of sushi eating diners. However, after little more than a minute of furtive play, I’m too far gone to stop the impending climax; I simply don’t care w
