His butt looked fantastic. Slim, firm, and I just wanted to eat it then and there. I knew I'd get to fuck it soon enough.Walking up behind Slave Boy...I roughly grabbed the back of his neck and pushed it against the door. I was talking in his ear trying to sound angry that he was late. Unintentionally, my cock, which had been one hundred percent hard since before Slave Boy arrived, touched his butt crack. It felt good. While I was talking dirty in his ear I began to dry hump Slave Boy's. Apparently they were just cleaning off tables because it was only a few minutes until they called our names. I asked the host if Trisha was working that evening and when he assured me that she was, I asked if it would be possible to be seated in her area. He asked us to wait for a moment while he’d check to see if she was available. He came back shortly with a smile on his face and again asked us to follow him, veering in a different direction from before, showing us to our table and offering. Panties. Bra. Socks. Blouse. Mini-skirt. Dressedfor the first time in weeks, it actually felt strange to be covered. Theman pressed Come Here, and she jumped up and ran over to stand in front him ofhim automatically. He pressed another button and the spiral tingle randown her legs from crotch to ankle. Familiaritywith many other commands prompted her to begin undressing before the man had toexplain that signal. For two hours the man made her practice dress, andundress, until she could. Marcy started to unbutton the floral blouse."No, not quite yet," he directed, "a few more just as you are. Now this time dance a little for me... yeah like that. That's great... you're a natural at this."Pop, pop pop went the flash."Now let's get a shot of you unbuttoning your blouse. That's it!"Pop, pop, pop."Now open it so we can see just a bit of your bra... yes, now turn just a bit and give me that come hither look... great!"Pop, pop, pop.And so it went as Marcy, slowly discarded her blouse.