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Jonathon that she was a screamer, and it was very
hard for her to be quiet when she came. If he made her cum here at
the table, she had no idea how she could keep the whole restaurant
from knowing exactly what they were up to. And even if she somehow
managed it, the young waiter would certainly know.
    He didn’t seem to care, and begin to
frig her wetness rapidly as his thumb moved between her labia,
finding her clit and stroking it in time with the short thrusts of
his fingers. In moments she was panting; fighting to hold back the
climax that was taking shape against her will. “Cum for me slut” he
whispered in her ear, working his hand faster and
faster.
    Suddenly, it happened. Paula couldn’t
hold it back anymore and she bit down on her lip to stifle the
screams of ecstasy that burst from her chest. Her body heaved and
her mind reeled. The whimpers and moans that she could not contain
sounded as loud as gunfire in her own ears, and what little of her
rational mind that remained feared what would happen in moments
when the staff and concerned patrons came running to see if she was
in need of help. Thrashing in her chair she dropped her fork,
adding to the din of her bodily release.
     
    To her utter relief, no one came to
look, though she could hardly imagine how anyone in the restaurant
was unaware of what had transpired. All she wanted to do now was to
leave, to go to their room and finish what was begun without
restraint, but as suddenly as Jonathon had begun, he stopped,
straightening up and licking his fingers with a smile before
picking up his own fork and beginning to eat. He was so calm and
focused on his meal that had the evidence of what he had just done
not been dripping on her chair, she would have doubted that it had
even happened.
    Paula was beginning to wonder if she
had done something wrong before he finished his dinner. He acted
throughout his meal as if she didn’t even exist, and by the time he
finally laid down his fork, Paula thought she might cry. None of
the turmoil that she had expected had occurred; no one had come to
see what had caused her to make such noises. She couldn’t imagine
that they had not been overheard, but no one seemed to have
reacted. It was only after he finished the last bite that Jonathon
acknowledged her again.
    Suddenly standing, Jonathon spoke
without even looking at her. “Follow me” he said, turning and
walking out of the restaurant without even looking back to see if
she followed his instructions.
    Paula quickly followed, and minutes
later found herself in a private sweet. Jonathon, who hadn’t looked
at her at all since he’d fingered her to a mind shattering orgasm
in public, suddenly stared at her with keen interest. “Remove your
clothing” he ordered, not looking away. Feeling somewhat bashful
suddenly, she followed his instructions as her cheeks pinked
slightly. It was obvious that he meant everything, and a few
moments later, her clothing in a loose pile near the door, Paula
stood before him completely nude.
    She felt what the prey must feel as the
predator closes for the kill as he circled her slowly, admiring all
of her features. His gaze was riveted on her body but she could not
tell from his expression whether he was pleased or disappointed.
Paula was considered beautiful by almost everyone, she knew, but in
this moment that only opinion that mattered was his and the thought
that he might be dissatisfied was nearly too much for her to bear.
Finally, he completed his circuit around her, and nodded
affirmatively giving her a relief.
    “ Kneel” he ordered quietly
and Paula moved quickly to obey. Jonathon walked to a case that he
had prepared on a side table. Reaching in he pulled out a coil of
rope, and Paula felt a thrill travel down her spine, rebounding
when it reached her newly dripping sex and terminating in the
animal portion of her brain. When he returned he moved behind her,
taking her hands one at a time and beginning to bind her; first