" Certainly, sir, and I will have the reservations in your name for 7:00PM—as usual?" she said."Yes, yes, seven. I don't know what I was thinking. S...ven it is." Yes, mister Kline, your parties are already here," said Ernie, the maître d'."Thanks, Ernie. But parties?" I said."Yes, mister Lytle and his lady friend."Oh, okay. Thank you," I said. He led me into the back where a private room for special occasions was located. I had called Marilee later in the day and instructed her to be sure that. I held my fingers deep inside her and slowly wiggled them, producing a few moans from her once again. I slowly withdrew my fingers again and rammed them back into her once more. I repeated this, gradually picking up the pace of my finger fucking her. She was groaning and writhing around on the table. I started using my other hand to gently rub her clit, making her moan even louder. I was pumping my fingers into her as fast and as hard as I could until I could feel her tensing and she started. ‘Ok, if I don’t visit the little girls room, you two are going to make me have an embarrassing situation on my hands. ‘ Both men jumped up and offered her a hand. She grinned, taking both of their hands and letting them pull her to her feet. She kissed the back of each hand in turn, and then walked past them. She turned, facing them as she backed away for a few steps, ‘You boys play nice.’ She turned away and headed into a café a few yards away. Peter and Jason sat in awkward silence for a few. I would love to taste you again, but I never screw the same student twice. There are so many college girls needing a good screwing, and so little time to fuck them all.” I felt like a fool for letting myself to be toyed around by her. The shame of letting her make me act like a slut was weighing heavy on me.“Since you are my favorite student I will do you a favor just this once. My friend Lena is throwing a party tomorrow night and would not mind if I invited a lovely thing like you. I am sure.