” “What if the lover was watching you too?” she asked. “Because they wanted to see your pussy, and …” she trailed off. “And?” I encour...ged her along. “And maybe the lover’s fantasy is to watch the clerk looking up your dress.” “That would be OK,” I replied tentatively. Actually, that would be super hot; two people looking at me but the clerk doesn’t know he is being watched. I wriggled tighter into Belinda’s body. “And the clerk is watching you, but nobody is watching the lover, except you of. .. actual deck-shoes. Not a trace of make-up. Not that it bothered me, I hate it when I get makeup on my shirts. Or my face. Or my hands. Anyway. She invited me into the living-room, sat me down and offered me a drink.“Thanks! Could I have some of your Bushmills, please – just a little water?”When she came back, some time later, with my drink, she was carrying a mug of cocoa. I don’t know about you, but I associate cocoa with boats; in fact, it’s about the only time I drink the stuff, when I’m. She informed me that she had met a group of four lads in a local bar and had agreed to go to a hotel nearby and entertain them.My cock was straining in the little black lacy panties as she told me what she had been up to. She informed me that she had sucked four different cocks, none were allowed to cum in her mouth as she wanted it all in her pussy to bring home for me.She asked if I was okay as she rubbed my cock through the now damp black panties, I said that I was okay and pleased she had. The maitre’d was always there just as our glasses reached half full but he was never in sight until that moment. Dave took off a shoe and caressed mine under the table with his stocking foot, I reached across and fed him the (gasp!) best part of my prime rib, he stopped and gently stroked my face while putting his wineglass to my lips. Dessert was served but we were both slightly intoxicated and too busy playing with each other like kids. I almost mooshed my chocolate mousse in his face when he.