And Mrs. Hayward,” she announced to the hostess. “I love pretending that we’re married,” she whispered in his ear.“Hello, and welcome to Cha...dler’s. We hope you enjoy your evening,” she smiled. “Please follow me.”They followed the teen wearing a thin white blouse and form-fitting black mini skirt. “I trust this semi-private table will suit your anniversary celebrations,” she smiled, eyeing Susan’s very revealing dress. “Andrew, your server as requested, will be with you shortly.”“You asked for. She didn’t like it but this was part of Ace’s pattern. They greeted her too warmly, hugging and grabbing ass. “Okay, that’s enough,” Leila said. “Where’s Ace?” “He’ll be here soon, but he said we should get started without him,” said Alan, a man who didn’t look like she remembered. He had put on at least 30 pounds from when she last saw him. “Ha, ha,” Leila said dryly. “Very funny.” Alan and Nestor, the other man she was more familiar with than she cared to recall, spent the next ten minutes. She knew she looked real young but there wasn't anything she could do about that either. Her last boyfriend Jacob was a fanatic about cleanliness and even made her brush her teeth and rinse out with a mouthwash before inserting his cock into her sparkling clean mouth. She didn't know why she was thinking about him at such a critical moment because unless she was able to squat down somewhere, anywhere, she was going to get her legs and the seat and possibly even professor Hardcastle covered in. I did so. Two minutes later she said ok come here. She was on the table naked. She had a folded towel over her breast and another one over her pussy. She said massage me. I was really happy because my punishment was touching her. I put lube on her that she gave me and started massaging her legs and hips and all that stuff. I got to the shoulders. Her eyes were closed, she was sleeping. I continued for a second and then went out the room quietly up to her bed room and to her sex toy drawer. I.