I walked behind my women and watched as every man we passed checked them out. Marsha seemed to enjoy the attention and threw her shoulders back thrust...ng her breasts out even more.We passed down the food line taking what we wanted and then got to the drinks counter. The lady offered Marsha a nice glass of wine and she took it. My wife told her that she was too young to drink. The lady corrected her. It seems that the legal drinking age at that resort was twelve years old, the minimum age to. Meg was dressed in a long painters shirt, her slightly darker hair a mess. The collar would not be easily noticed unless she had a few buttons of the shirt open, as she did when she arrived at my door."She begged me and promised to do anything if I let her come along tonight." Kim explained. "I didnt think she would really do it, but here she is." I turned to Meg and said "Hello little slut, lift up your shirt." She did as I ordered and sure enough my guess was right, she was naked underneath. When she placed the menu on the table, she didn’t seem to realize that she was placing me at arguably the worst table in the restaurant. I looked the waitress, then at the table, then back at the waitress. ‘I’m sorry this just won’t do.’ ‘I’m sorry sir what did you say?’ How dare me question her, was written all over her face. ‘I said, I am not going to eat my dinner with the busboy. I would like a table away from the kitchen door.’ ‘I’m sorry sir these are the only tables ‘for one’ in the. One hand on his cock and balls and the other on his neck. She liked it this way. She had control. She felt him swallow. She felt his pulse race. She felt his cock get hard.She shifted her grip and grasped his now throbbing member. She gave it a few tentative pumps and the loosened her grip so as to roll her finger across the top of the mushroom head and swirl in the pre-cum that was oozing from Chance’s cock.Releasing her hold on his neck – her control asserted, she ripped the front of his.