After a few drinks, we weren't drunk, but were feeling pretty good, we all went to my house. I had talked to the guys about my plan, and they were all...for it. They all had meet Lucy, so they knew what she looked like, but didn't really know her. Although in her 40's, Lucy was an attractive woman with a sexy body. She had put on a few pounds as she had gotten older, she had put them on in all the right places. Her curvy body and big breasts were something that the guys were looking forward to. ‘Snap’ goes the serviette and as I absentmindedly lean back the waiter d****s it over my nice bald pussy. For the first time tonight he has trouble asking, “Can…..can I get you ladies anything else?” I give him my knowing smile and he’s on his way to the next customer but not before taking one last glance at me.The Champaign is having its effect on Miss James as I top her glass regularly. Miss James is, along with the waiter fascinated with the state of my nipples poking through my dress. With. “P-please don't tell mom.”, he begged. “Your mom, or mine?”, I posited. “E-either, please, I'll do anything.”, he replied. “Anything?”, I questioned, “Y-yes.”, he answered, defeated. I grinned wickedly. “Alright, I will keep your secret, provided that you do anything that I ask of you.”, I said. He begrudgingly agreed, as he did not have much choice. My plan had succeeded. I told him to lie back, put his arms up, grab his headboard, and not to let go. He obliged. “Good boy.”, I said as I. The truth was I did not had a name on my mind but I was horny as hell, sex yes, with who was not important at that moment (which doesn’t mean I would fuck every guy at La Macarena: I found myself still to be very picky!) I was also thirsty and hungry and wanted to enjoy the evening. As usual we were the last to arrive for the aperitif. When the couples saw us arriving I got approving looks. The Dutch and Spanish guy where also near and after we got more “physically acquainted” in the afternoon.