“Undo my pants and see all you want slut.” She reached up and her hands shook as she unfastened his belt, her mind flashing to what it would feel...like against her bare bottom, or better yet her swollen nipples. She unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them deftly and pushed them over his hips. She gulped as she saw he wasn’t wearing any underwear; his cock sprang free and pointed right at her. She gasped at the sight, she’d seen plenty of hard cock on line, but this was the first time she’d seen. Looking down she saw Jenny's gooey tongue lapping away starting from her messy lips, down her chest and finally circling her belly button now covered with a combination of sauce, cream, cum and fruit juice. Jenny let a line of sauce cover Gracies chest followed by a stream of cream. Jenny rubbed another strawberry around Gracie's sloppy lips, down her chest and circled the tip of Gracie's now hard as steel girl cock.Gracie took the other bottle of whipped cream and spurted out a creamy line. After hearing her preliminary reports, Ricky noticed the girls’ expressions. “Hetty runs the best spy network on the island. She has run it for a hundred years now.”Hetty hmphed, “He has run it. I’m just the collector and analyser.”“Now Hetty, you know that isn’t true. You have an amazing ability to scrutinise information from the most unlikely sources and glean the truths from it. You are a true Psychic Mage and just to prove it I have something for you.”The girls were intrigued when Ricky. I asked two other of my friends Sasha and Sandy, if they would be willing "spice up" the atmosphere in our bar by waitressing in shorts and very small bikini’s.Susan agreed immediately. Sasha a recent Russian émigré who was looking for an American husband jumped at the chance. Sash would have no problem catching a husband this summer. She was a six foot tall, blond Scandinavian beauty with a great body and an outgoing friendly personality. My friend Sandy I swore was gay, had short dark hair.