Tabitha flushed at the way that Peter watched her, the way he touched her. She knew that she shouldn't allow it. Her grandmother would immediately insist that she give him up if she knew, but the old bat wasn't there and no one was here to judge as her legs fell open to grant him better access.
The finger within her earned a soft moan as it brought the lick of hot pleasure through her. Her eyes slid closed at the kiss and Tabitha let herself feel the pleasure as Peter spoke. She couldnt help but imagine the scenario that he spoke of, imagining it. Her being dressed in one of her favorite gowns, complaining at his terrible table manners as he suddenly stood and grabbed her by the pendant she had on, almost breaking the chain before bending her over the table and made her beg to fuck him, spanking her until her ass cheeks were a deep pink and then showing them off to anyone who wanted to look.
The sound that came from her lips as he added the second finger was loud and lusty an vaguely Tabitha wished that her pants was off so he had better access. It was hard to think of such a thing being a bad idea or that she shouldn't be doing this or talking about such things. Instead, she wet her lips with her soft pink tongue and spoke, her voice soft, almost a whisper.
"The park... You got sick of your collar and decided that it would look better on me. You grabbed a hold of me and slid it on, deciding that today you were going to be the master and I your slave. You stripped me bare and did what you wanted to me, made me suck you off in front of the whole park, telling anyone that they could look but not touch what belonged to you... Then you... fucked me." She said the last two words as another moan, her pleasure building.