I took a sip with a lewd grin. “Hubby made this for you and said to have a nice evening. He had to go,” he smirked.“You're bad,” I told him as...I took a big drink. Maybe I should have asked where he went, or what he was going to do tonight, but I was kinda preoccupied.“And you're still good,” he teased stroking my gloriously bare pussy, and then leading me downstairs to the living room. Helping me down onto my knees, he opened his pants and reminded me, “It seems you still owe me a blow job,. I dozed on and off for some time while checking out Squirt profiles and whether or not anyone was cruising on this early Thursday afternoon. I saw a couple of guys that were close enough to be in the park. But then I dozed off again.Sometime late I was awoken when I hear noise coming from the other side of the fence. I listened as the twig snapping and leaf shuffling got closer. I sat up but was not able to make out what it was. a****l or human.Then the noises stopped. I heard a new sound.. “Yea, I probably should. Be right back.” I said walking across the room. As I reached the bottom of the stairs I pulled my shirt off to thrown down to the laundry.“Why don’t you just strip right here?” He said sarcastically, unhappy about another man seeing me in my bra. I turned to say something back when he noticed my choice in underwear.“Why are you wearing a black lace bra?” he asked holding back his temper.“It was the only one I could find.” I said unable to come up with anything. ”“Son, I assure you, your job is not in jeopardy. And she would get a kick out of you asking.”The waiter knew he was being played with. But he realized it wasn’t malicious. We’re a friendly and attractive group and he’s enjoying waiting on us.I smiled at him and said, “Go ahead, ask me anything.”He smiled back, realizing he was being dared, and he said, “Alright, what size bra do you wear?”I replied, “I don’t wear a bra, silly! Isn’t it obvious?”“Hmmm,” he said, grinning, “What else don’t you.