The last pie was set on the wooden kitchen floor. Garima and the girls laughed at me as I tried to wipe whip cream out of my face. I grunted and stomp...d my foot in thorough humiliation.“Lift your arms like little doggy paws in front of you!” Garima commanded.I immediately obeyed because her Girl Power ruled my slutty world.“Now hop up and down and bark like a dog for us!” Garima demanded.I hopped up and down and barked, “ARRF, ARRF, ARRF, ARRF!”Garima and her friends laughed at me as I blushed. ’ I unbuckled his belt and pulled it out. Guessing as to his wishes, I rolled it up and set it on the folded shirt that I had on the dresser. I turned back to him and undid the button at the top of his jeans. Doing this I came in contact with his stomach. The skin was smooth and I could feel the muscles below it. Heat raised from his crotch. I was shacking. I unzipped his zipper, revealing his re-hardening dick. He wasn’t wearing underwear. I wondered why I hadn’t noticed when I blew him in his. She said this loud enough that several people looked at us.I grabbed her hand and squeezed it hard enough that I had her undivided attention. I spoke in a muted voice. “Listen to me! These people aren’t fucking around. If we call the authorities they could and possibly would murder your mother. The police will be no help; in fact some of the police could be in collusion with these gangsters.”The waitress came and took our order.I looked around the diner for suspicious individuals and checked. Taylor looked like she was sleeping soundly so I reached down and gripped the edge of her blanket with both hands. I was thinking fast or slow, how should I lift it? I settled on folding it down over her legs, pulling it gently as she slept. Once it was to her knees I looked at Taylor from head to thighs. She was lying on her back, arms at angles around her head, her body flat, legs spread slightly. Her breasts grew from her chest, firmly rounded to peaks of light brown circles with the nipples.