“N-no…”, I protested weakly, but I found I indeed couldn’t move my body. The girls shoved my pants down and one started to rub something on my...clitoris. “This is just a little cream to make you a little more receptive”, one of them said. After a few second of rubbing, I got extremely sensitive down there. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”, one girl murmured. “Yeah”, another one murmured back.I couldn’t even begin to decide how I felt. Violated, that’s for sure. Extremely violated. Scared. Horny. I. She starts to work my shaft more vigorously and I start to apply more pressure and even let a finger slip into her pussy. My father enters the room and she stops dead in her tracks. I don't have to do much more than work my wrist though, so I keep going. She tried to steady her breath but couldn't help let a few gasps through. When he left the room again she went right back to work, making up for the headstart I gained. This went on for close to an hour before her thighs closed around my hand. Amit called Anil to take a close look at the balls to learn in a better way. Amit said to Anil that you should know the length of your palm so that in case you forget your tape you can take measurement with your hands. Anil said can you sir please show me how.Mom was just standing there and enjoying their conversation and was in no mood to stop them. Amit asked Anil to take his tape and concentrate on how Amit use his hands to take measurements. Then Amit again encircled mom with his hands and. He had been telling me all about the specials for the evening as my mind was undressing this gorgeous man and fucking him right on our table. “Would you like to start with something to drink?” he said in an Italian accent. Everything that Hollywood had taught us was that Italians were more sexual by nature so this was a turn on as well. I ordered a draft, and he nodded and turned to my date. I was angry with him for being present. I felt like the guy I was on a date with was hindering my.