I was thick but not all of it was fat. in fact most of it wasnt. after setting in the living room listing to music we went to the dinning room for foo.... cassy sat next to me but i didnt pay it any mind. up to now i hadnt noticed how she had been looking at me. she wore a red dress that showed off her cleavege. a slit down the dress on my side. as we all ate i felt a hand on my knee. i wondered what was she doing then she moved up. on my thigh then right were my cock was. she rubbed it and soon. Mum's voice was loudly groaning, "OURGH! UUGHH!"Mr. Miller was grunting like a pig.I didn't know what to do. I walked around, worrying.I looked through the office door window, into the reception room. The cheeky black girl had the intercom on again, listening to Mum and Mr. Miller, as they were loud enough to be picked up by the unit on his desk.Now she was alone, the receptionist had a hand down her skirt, touching herself and smirking as she listened!I had to try and find out what was. The light from the monitor is the booth’s only lighting. I inspected several of the booths for relative cleanliness and to discover which booths had gloryholes to the adjacent booth and which didn’t. The zombies were still in tow, now waiting for me to *********** a booth in hopes of jumping into the next one like musical chairs. Well, that’s not how I do this. Everything is on my terms, always. I turned to the group of guys. There were eight of them, and it was truly an eclectic group of. "The waitress came over and asked if they wanted another drink, not saying a word or making any expressions about the bra on the table or Bonnie's exposed tits. Susan ordered another round, and the waitress left, returning a few minutes later with their order. Susan continued rubbing up and down Bonnie's legs while sipping her drink like nothing was happening. At one point, she placed her cold glass against Bonnie's tits before taking a sip. Bonnie squirmed but kept silent. Susan alternated.