“Spread those legs wide for me, now!” he whispered and I obeyed immediately. I allowed him to linger between my legs and he said to relax and enj...y and I tried to do just that.When the waiter came with our drinks and took our order for dinner. We made small talk about our day and what we had on our calendars for tomorrow. From time to time his hand would find my wet hole between my legs and I would instantly open my legs for his entrance. As the salads arrived he left his hand fingering me. As we joined the curious onlookers, I saw that the car's passenger window had been lowered and from it, a slim female arm was being extended. The youngest of the male doggers eagerly stepped forward and the woman's hand deftly slid his zip down and removed his cock. The passenger's other hand was busily wanking the driver off. "Blimey," said Alice. "That's what you call ambidextrous!" Getting horny?" I whispered."Rather!" I slid my hand under her top and ran it over her pert breasts. She. I looked at Christine. She nodded at me with a reassuring smile.I cleared my throat before loudly saying, "Enter," although the door was already opening.Bethany came in and gave me a quick tight smile before briefly sneering at the girls. She stopped just to the left of my desk and slightly to the fore so that, luckily, she wouldn't be able to see under the desk."Er. Um. Good Morning, Miss Stricker. How can I help?" I asked with a quaver in my voice."Good Morning, Mr. Bletchflap. I just wanted. The question of whether he’s alone or not laced between the lines. ‘No thanks’ is his reply – it’s just him tonight. I feel so suddenly washed with nervous excitement at the possibility of stealing him, that I fail to notice I’m still holding the pen I’ve offered as he tries to take it from me. I snap out of my daze to see him notice my loss of focus. The edges of that wonderful mouth turn up ever so slightly to indicate his knowing. It arouses me. ‘May I show you to your room, Mr. Atkinson?’ I.