It was still dark as hell. Kayla or Tia, or maybe both, it was hard to tell, held my arms against my sides, and I didn’t work too hard at getting aw...y, I wanted to see what was gonna happen next! Someone put a blindfold over my eyes, pulled my pants up without buttoning them, and I was led away by my cock. I didn’t know if I was being shielded from the view of the other people in the bar, and I really didn’t care at that point, it could have been broad daylight in Times Square and I wouldn’t. I could see the bulge that her mons made as it curved delightfully, before tucking in under her legs. I had to remind myself to breathe. Gone was any shame, reluctance, or fear on my part. I simply stared at her pussy as I heard her say, "Nine. . .Ten." She leaned over to sit down, but just before she did, she grabbed the dressing gown with her one hand. While she was feeding him, she observed that I was looking at her boobs, but she did not show any signs of hiding it from me. In fact on many of those occasion, I also used to remain bare without shirt. I even observed that she also looked at my body on many occasions. The bathroom of our apartments was on the side of the balcony and if the ventilators of the balcony were open, one could catch a good glimpse of the person taking bath. One day late in the evening when I came home stretching on. Porter was the same sweet, honest, fun-loving lady that I had known before. She took right to the cashier job, and insisted on doing everything else around the place that she could to help. Having the two of them working lessened the time that busy customers had to spend on lunch, and the tips were ample evidence of their satisfaction.The two ladies spoiled the evening customers with fast service and constant vigilance of their needs. They both developed rapport with the children, frequently.