Peter was intense, even more than she had imagined him to be, and she loved it. She wondered if he enjoyed this just as much as she was, or if it was all for her. Tabitha could feel herself practically dripping as he commanded her to ask those around for permission to be fucked and whimpered. She wondered if they thought she the slave and he the master despite their words. Tabitha had not spoken with them much before after all.
The slap to her ass earned a whimper and a moan as she gripped the railing of the balcony roughly, her legs opening wider to give him better access as he teased. "P-please, may I have permission to be fucked." She said, trying to be loud, but her voice was trembling, both from nerves and desire. Her cheeks were a deep shade of red as she could see several people just watching the show, interested and eager.