I spread my legs to make some space, but the poor thighs were shaking. ‘Get on your fours,’ he ordered. I obediently kneeled with a pillow to sup...ort my knees and remove a height difference, while my elbows were far in the front leaned on the bed. A dick’s head smearing substances at the entrance made me realize things were getting serious and had nothing to do with a little finger play, which with a bit of good will I actually learnt to find appealing. ‘Last wish?’ I yelped. ‘Yes?’ ‘A kiss?’. Georg stripped to his shirt and pants and was about to wrap himself in the blanket when she ordered him to take off all of his clothes.For a moment he hesitated. Decency dictated that he remained covered, but she insisted."You'll catch pneumonia otherwise," she commented as she watched him strip off the last two items.She led him to the living room, another crowded room that smacked of Victorian finery that was worn and dusty with the years.He sat before the fire and held out his hands towards. I heard two of her friends came and sat in the hall.I head her telling her friends that she has something special for them. She asked them to undress immediately. I was called out. I went out naked with my prick standing straight and wet. When both the naked ladies saw me the shouted in suprise. One of the lady came straight to me and held my prick and started playing with it. After sometime, she widened her legs and inserted my prick into her cunt and moving forward and backward. The second. The owner, a man named Cliff, told her that he did not like to hire married women because of all the trouble he'd had with jealous husbands. The uniform she would wear showed a lot of cleavage and the skirt was short and showed a lot of leg (I had a quick image of Velma in a uniform like that - slim, narrow waisted and with 38 C cup breasts she would be an attention getter). The whole marketing strategy was to hire good-looking waitresses to attract male customers who would then sit and drink.