Laura indicated that I should sit, so I complied. She walked over to the girls and I heard, “Excuse me, sorry to interrupt.” The girls stopped and...looked at Laura, both smiling. I couldn’t hear what was said, but the brunette in the striped bikini put her hand on Laura’s arm. There was smiling and laughing, the odd glance in my direction. Stripe stroked Laura’s arm a little and both gave me one last look. They then shrugged and nodded before Laura returned and sat between my legs on the. I glanced through the front window to see a fancy carriage and a puffing pair of chestnut horses on the far side of the road. I could not tell if anyone else was in the light rig.The lieutenant ordered his food and drink, said something like "take care of these two," dropped a few coins on the counter, and looked around the room. He obviously did not like what he saw and was spoiling for a fight."Nest of filthy rebels, wot?" he said to no one in particular. The four of us occupied the table. His rock hard cock was dripping pre-cum all over the inside of his leather pants.After a few careful strokes to open him up, Bethany picked up her pace. She thrust in and out a little faster and began to establish a rhythm. She reached forward and seized the back of his harness. Holding it like a water ski handle, she leaned back and pulled on his bindings for leverage. Each aggressive pull and forceful fuck tightened the leather harness around Alex’s body. The tugging sensation was. Repeat. Repeat. Thinking to myself: I had better get some good rental income AND good client leads from this.Robert checked the serving trays. The count was correct, but some of them needed washing. Roberta got that job; I was tasked to dry. In the back of my head, I knew that prep work was a part of any job. Now I was seeing it as it applied to food service.With the early prep done, Roberta drove the van to the serving site, the Practice House. Apparently, it’s a stage practice site for.