He chose a big round booth in the back and even though it was big, He sat in the middle and i sat close to him..my shoulder against His bicep. Of cour...e He could now slide between my legs and finger me. His fingers were inside me when the waiter came for the drink order. He ordered whisky for himself and ordered for me by saying to the waiter, “My bimbo will have a vodka martini – dirty”. i couldn’t believe he referred to me like that to someone else, but just lowered my eyes as the waiter. Small gasps come from her mouth, as I start to plough a furrow in the slit between those swollen lips. Her knees are bending an rocking as she tries to fuck my fingers, only the thin material of her knickers stopping my intrusion.Holy shit, she's so fuckin' hot!We both know we need to escape this room, to satisfy our desires. I gently ease her off me, take her hand and rub it against my throbbing cock, as I nod towards the stairs.I know John's got a large en-suite upstairs; I helped him tile. His face lit up with a wide smile and he readily agreed, saying, “Thank you Boss.” I showed him to the rustic cabin at the lower end of the property, which would be his home. He declared it to be perfect for his simple needs, in fact he was carrying only a back pack. I asked him if he would like to start work right away and he seemed eager to do so. He set about mucking out the horse stalls and completed the task with both expertise and alacrity. I gave him a list of assignments for the day.. “Ah, shit,” he said softly.He picked up his bag again, trudging towards the stairs. The house felt less oppressive now, his sense of dread diminishing with each step that he took. To a point.I’ve just gotta make sure we’re both out of here before they get back. He emptied the overnight bag into his hamper, digging out the extra pair of shoes from under the rumpled mess of clothes and placing them by his closet.He’d just finished throwing a notebook onto his desk when the doorbell rang.3:55. Is.