The maître d’hôtel seated ... yes seated like a king or potentate ready to bless or curse the supplicants ... those peasants waiting to be noticed... Seated behind a massive walnut desk, he terrified rich men hoping to be seated without reservation.The maître d’hôtel terrified me. He had the MOM look to perfection. In a glance, he cataloged my person to the penny, “tailored but off the shelf.”The change in his expression when his eyes wandered past my hair... “Winnie!”“Arthur.”“My Lord. The. It was truly an uncomfortable moment, and I hoped they would finish quickly as Claire would be coming back any minute.I was pleased when they finished and got up to walk away, but seconds later, Claire started to come out of the sea. She did not attempt to cover her boobs, and the two guys saw everything. Not only that, but her white bikini bottoms were transparent when wet, and even from the sunbed, I could make out her dark Brazilian runway.She walked slowly out of the sea, her big tits. She took Timmy to thebedroom and rummaged through her closet until she found a little pinksun dress. She held it up for Timmy to see. His look said he was unsureso Constance said, "if you put this on I am going to insist you lay overmy lap so I can play with you and I won't take no for an answer, I willjust have to feel you."All Timmy cared about was getting his wound up little dicklette someattention so he stepped toward her and she helped him get it on.The dress fit him perfectly though could. I bent forward and collapsed onto it. I opened my mouth and strained to keep my teeth from grinding on his mammoth cock. I had sucked bigger, but only a couple of times. His was really nicely proportioned, actually. I could get all but the last inch or so into my oral cum receptacle. I felt his large soft head at the back of my mouth. “Yeah, that feels good, honey. Suck that big black cock. Oh yeah nice and smooth.” “Mmmmm, Olmmmmm,” I picked up my pace. I felt his thick veiny shaft.