It was time for me to jump into action. It might get me yelled at, but I didn't care any more.I got up and approached the Maitre D. I pointed at Chris...and her date and made an excuse about how I must have missed them when they came in."They have already ordered," he said in a French accent. The intimation was that I was too late, and that it was gauche to disturb diners who were already dining. Apparently I was expected to know that, and accept it as punishment for being tardy."I can see that,". "I ain't gone lie, that was one pro blowjob," he said. "Stand' up, I wanna see that boypussy."I stood up and he took me by the arm and turned me around. "Bend over and spread your ass." He said. I obeyed and he whistled. "Yeah, nice and pink and tight," he said.I felt better now; I had sucked him off and he had gotten his money's worth. "Can I have my clothes back now?" I asked him.He glared at me. "You don' get it – do you? I paid 300 pounds for your ass. You belong to me now. You my whore.. That idea started to turn me on and I was feeling quite sexy when I thought that I heard a squeak, then another, then another, then it stopped. Then I thought that I heard the door to the garden open but I wasn't sure. Then I felt hands on my hips and something rubbing across my pussy lips. Oooh! It did feel nice. Tom must have come in the back way and was continuing where he had left off. Oh yes, I was enjoying this feeling as the cock started to push it's way between my lips and go deeper. She started her bath, trying to cheer herself up with some lavender scented bath salts. She stripped slowly, critically looking at her naked body in the mirror. Running her hands down her sides, she felt the way her body curved from her ample chest to her waist them back out to her hips. After today’s ordeal, she wasn’t quite so sure about her body anymore. Seeing her body through a different light, she was far from the slender model, which seemed to monopolize media images. She sank into warm.