But I didn't care. I wanted to be alone with Donna right now. So I said, "Let's go," and got up to take her arm."Oooh Bobby!" she cooed as she saw the...bulge in my pants. "My, my, you are a disgrace."I'll bet everybody in that restaurant saw my condition, and as Donna moved toward the exit beside me, that pert and tempting ass rolling inside her tiny skirt and those heavy tits tumbling around in her little jacket, I'll bet everybody in that restaurant understood. And Donna, Little Bobby and I. There were two parties in, obviously a couple of works Christmas do’s. Twenty-one women from the local bread factory, at one large table, and a smaller party of nine, mostly men, from a local firm of solicitors, sat at another on the other side of the room. The larger party was loud and raucous, obviously factory line workers, with lots of laughter, along with lots of food and drink. The other was far more sober, with a lot more intense discussion around their meal. They had almost as much to. I saw that you had pressed the button, so I wanted to go to my room and try and find you later, but then I saw the door”, she said, pointing to the nametag “Jake Turner” that was on the door.“I didn’t know how many other Jake’s there could have been on our floor, so I just decided to take my chances”, she said, reaching out to grab my forearm. Sliding her hand up and down, she looked at her room and said that I should come over when I was done so we could talk a little bit and get to know each. I walked to the door, turned the knob and it opened.I looked and saw Sir standing about 20 feet away by the register. It was wild to be behind the counter and see the back end of the operation. The counter top was about waist height and from this angle you had a great view of the entire store.Sir motioned me over with his hand. I walked to him without looking him directly in the eyes. When I was about four feet away I stopped.“Welcome back,” said Sir with a smartass tone.I can play this game.