But now, I?m left here, allalone, worrying about the unknown. Grace might not even be joining themfor dinner and dancing. But, then again, she might... And where will I be?What will I be doing? I?ll be here, dressed up in a frilly French maid?soutfit, washing panties. This sucked!Well, they were going to be late. There was no doubt about that. So,before I did my ?job,' I decided to eat something and relax for a while.I went to the kitchen and sliced some cheese, opened some crackers,. I slowly dragged myself down his legs and slowly wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock, playing with his balls in one of my hands. I began to bob my head up and down, slow at first, then quickening. Ken moaned lightly, but raised an eyebrow. "I think you can do better than that, MJ," he said. I stopped sucking his cock and sat on his stomach again, my pussy dripping heavily now. "Ken, I love you, but I'm not sure if I'm ready to go that far," I replied. "Come on, babe, you're giving me all. He'd been having sexual relations with her since her early teen years, and now he really got off on sharing her with other men about his own age. The other men were all his buddies and they'd nearly all had sex with Molly at other times before this evening.Molly was a very lusty and very sexually hungry young woman in her mid-twenties, and the years after her cherry had been taken in a large group sex setting had only increased her desire for more and lustier sexual activities. Molly loved. Evidently, she must have told the bartender, because pretty soon, alleyes were on us. I looked at a mean looking guy in a blue denim shirt.I blew him a kiss.A few minutes later, four men surrounded our table."We don't like your kind in our bar," one of them said."Our kind?" Molly said. "Do you mean Republicans?" Bengals' fans?" I said."Vegetarians?" Molly said."College graduates?" I said."People with all their teeth?" Molly said."People who don't pick their noses?" I said."Libras?" Molly.