After few minutes I heard a knock on the door and he said "room service". I immediately shouted from bathroom "come in". He came in the room and saw m... wife lying on bed alone. He was stunned looking at my wife. He called me "sir where are you" I replied him "in the bathroom" and I purposely said that it will take me 20-25 minutes to come out. I asked him to keep the tea on the table and go. He went to the room door and locked it pretending as he had left the room. He came near the bathroom. I didn't want to be "that guy" so I adjusted myself in the seat, leaned forward, and started focusing on the label on my water bottle again. It was so difficult not to keep looking up, but I didn't want them to be self-conscious about me watching.When the song ended, the girls made their way back to the table and slid around the booth on each side of me. Cindy was flushed and apologizing profusely to Gloria, Michelle, and me. She was kind of rambling on. Gloria and Michelle kept assuring her it. " He sounded amused. "I thought you would hear my entrance. The door of this sanctuary squeaks so." What do you want, Senor?" I asked."You."I could hardly believe the sensuality he managed to project into one simple word."Please, Senor," I begged, gasping as my pussy twitched."Please what, Little One?" You know." Bring you some lemonade?" No, thank you." A cookie, perhaps?"I shook my head. And bit my lip to keep from moaning."Chica?" No, Senor. No, cookie." Pesos, then?"I sighed. "No.". That, of course, was when things got a bit racy, as we ladies felt particularly pleased at Demy for going all-out and doing this for everyone. I should explain that most of the cooking is done by the women around here. So, whenever the menfolk pitch in, we girls are generally quite grateful to them for the effort and respite. We don’t mind doing the lion’s share of cooking, but it doesn’t hurt to benefit from a more egalitarian practice now and then. We are all generally domestic goddesses in.