In no time I wasnt able to stand erect anymore. I bent over him, part of me delighting, other agonizing, as my legs started shaking and werent able to...sustain me anymore. But he didnt stop, just supported me with his strong hands and continued. Oh m-my Go-od… Owen… Owe-en dont… Ahhh… I whimpered, feeling all my body reacting to him and my juices running down his fingers and my inner thighs. He felt I was just about to come and stopped, what I received with regret and relief at the same time,. Bethany ordered lemon chicken and a salad. I said that sounded good and asked for the same. She had Thousand Island dressing and I had Bleu Cheese.“How did he do that? Is there a waiter for every table?”“Not quite, but if you look, you’ll see there are way more waiters and bus boys than in a normal restaurant.”I looked around and saw she was right.The food was out of this world. We chatted about school, the football team, the major snowstorm in February, and our families. Her dad was a CPA and. Jessie was about to go in for a dip, when her dad said, "Well, I'll be. Look who's here Jessie; it's your Uncle Joe. Say 'hi' to him like a good girl." They stood there talking for almost a half an hour. Jessie really wanted to go swimming, but she knew it would be rude to just leave. As the three were talking, Jessie noticed that the men were staring at her. Uncle Joe seemed to find her butt fascinating and her dad was standing close to her, looking down her cleavage. They were pretty. .. I have to admit, I was suddenly jealous...The other guy came over just as the song was ending. He was harder, harsher, not as polite as the other guy. "So, you wanna dance?" he asked. I could be an idiot, or I could get up to dance; I got up. The song ended, but he just held my wrist. "Don't worry about it -- I fed the box." I wasn't going anywhere -- he was holding my wrist and wasn't planning on letting go. We didn't talk about it, either; he didn't threaten me or anything -- it was just.