I moan as his fingers play over my sensitive skin as his hands travel higher and higher up, underneath my dress, towards my pussy. I squirm beneath hi... touch and he chuckles again which just makes me squirm more. His hands are getting oh so close now and I know he can feel the dampness around my panties. I gasp as he softly runs one finger of the mound of my womanhood, touching me through my soaked underwear. “Hmmm,” he says in a low voice. “Looks like someone’s been naughty and gotten horny.”. Mr David insisted all his girls work in a tight black t shirt with the Café name on the back and a tight black skirt preferably above the knee or shorter. He used to say my girls need to look a million dollars. We rarely got family's or women eating in the café it was nearly always men, usually builders. the customers used to always stare at me and the other girls specifically our chests and bottoms as our tight uniforms would draw attention to these areas. sometimes the more confident. "Kitty watched Don move away and then surveyed the room to see where she wanted to join the party.By the time Don crossed the floor to Mike and Kim, the slender young girl already had him stretched out on the carpet with his pants off and was squatting over him, ready to insert his bulbous cock-head into her eager pussy."Is this the waiting line?" Don asked, stepping up behind her as she sank down on the man's thick cock."Fuck, no, there's no lines," the girl answered without missing a. As I spoke, I smelled his fresh clean scent, a hint of Irish Spring soap and Suave strawberry shampoo. He didn’t usually wear cologne, but I swear I smelled something musky, and I imagined it was coming from his shorts. With the second glass of wine, he was getting more relaxed, and we were laughing and joking, like a real couple on a real date. He was even gentlemanly, and insisted on taking our dished to the kitchen when we’d finished the meal. When he came back into the dining room, I was.