I watched Loren carefully as she tookorders and I was allowed to take for the fifth table to be seated. Itwasn't too hard to keep a sweet smile on my ...ace as I listenedcarefully, notebook in hand. I was desperate to make no mistakes. Thework was hard by being fast and continuous, until the first wave ofguests were all engrossed in their main courses. Then I found Loren andHarry sat at the table in the kitchen, so I got myself a glass of waterand joined them.Loren got up and went back out,. The spice had him. He had sucked it up with his first breaths and now my pussy was an altar. I could barely credit it!! Marcus had said it would be the hook. He didn't have to be an instinctive cuck, I could easily enslave him this way. I just had to know what I wanted. I just had to know that I wanted to be with Marcus. 'Lick' I said slowly, my eyes fixing on his until they once more sunk to take in what I had done. My husband licked. He licked running his protruding tongue up my crease so. "Oh, Zoë!" Randy managed to whimper. "Oh, Zoë, you ... you ... are so beautiful. Oh, my darling!"Zoë smiled back radiantly. "Thank you, Randy," she said softly. "You look very handsome too." Photograph," ordered Emma."Hang on a mo'," said Randy recovering himself. "She's not quite ready." He delved in his waistcoat pocket and pulled out a ring. Without a word he knelt in front of Zoë and, taking her left hand without a word, slipped the ring onto her finger.Zoë gazed at it and her eyes filled. The other two guys, perhaps in their late forties, were especially nipple-focussed and certainly got those nipples aroused. Although, not surprisingly, they also took a couple of nice swipes at her cunt, both giving a squeeze to her clit, well-advertised as it was by her gleaming-in-the-sun cunt tag. Being of older generations, they only referred to her as “meat” – as in, “So, have a great day, meat!” But, to Katie, they seemed sweet and kind about it, so she thought it amusingly cool.Cheryl.