She was quiteprofessional as a waitress and I thought that maybe I should get a part-time job but then I remembered that I was a millionaire now and w...uld befor sometime if Dot didn't keep ordering the most expensive thing on themenu. And so we talked. Over bites of ours meals, we talked. It was pleasant,if a little stilted. It appeared to me that maybe Dot was holding back alittle, biting her tongue instead of teasing me. Maybe she was makingthe effort to finally be nice to me. Something was. I’m glad no one was really close because Jack had me moaning louder than I imagined any man could. His hands were everywhere and I quickly realized that I had more erogenous zones that I had ever imagined. I orgasmed frequently and passionately. My final cataclysmic orgasm was simultaneous with Jack’s. I lay over him totally limp.I murmured, “Don’t do that to me again for at least an hour. Jack, that was amazing. I love how you love me.”“You are my focus. Sandy, we’ll make love many times in. I went back to my desk and pulled out some duct tape and placed it under my pecs and pulled them tight, giving me some nice cleavage, then I padded the cups of my top with some gel pads, giving me a nice c-cup form. I pulled the dress back up to my shoulders and zipped up the back. I turned around to look at Scott and he had a dumb awe-struck look on his face. "Wow" was all he said. "Okay I'm ready," I told him. "Oh and you get to carry my bag." He snapped out of his trance, grabbed my hand,. Denise walked around the table and sat down in the chair that was between Frank and Sambo. Frank couldn’t keep his eyes off of Denise, especially her breasts and hardened nipples that were trying to escape the fabric that held them in check for the moment. Frank let his eyes wander down the silhouette that was seated next to him, and the curves made his cock finish standing to attention. Denise and Sambo made some small talk for a while as several more girls got up to dance. Denise noticed that.