Our own waiter came back, smiled as we passed our plates to Hamish to gather together and hand over, and asked Adrian a question, to which he replied ...��Oui, s’il vous plait.”“What was that about?”“He was asking if we wanted all four courses, so of course I said yes.”Next up were six hot plates, a shallow bowl filled with pale yellow grain, and a big earthenware pot containing what looked like stew, with a large steel ladle resting on the top.We treated the grain – which we later confirmed was. He was pretty hot. Had a nice beard a few tats real bad boy type. It wasn’t long before our flirting became a bit more sexual.Anyway this one time he came in and I was doing some mopping of the shop floor. He came and said hi and we hugged, he squeezed my ass as he always did and I pretended to tell him off he told me to flash him and I told him I couldn’t because of the cameras. We chatted a bit the he went off to grab is food.I continued working, my next place to clean was the toilets. So I. .do you want everyone to hear the whore?"you asked me. i quieted down. unfortunately, you finally removed your foot from my pussy. you put it at my mouth and told me to suck your toes. i had been waiting for this moment forever; however, i didn't expect to be sucking on my own pussy juice too. i v. eagerly sucked on your toes when you told me convincingly. "now, slave, don't you like the taste of your pussy better than the taste of your asshole?" i was totally confused but by that time was in. “That was nice,” Claire said. “You’re a good kisser.”“Thank you, so are you,” Lonnie said. “I’ve thought about it for some time.”“So have I.”Lonnie went back to his lotion rubbing. He was sure to be careful around Pussyville. Her thong was small, covering her snatch with not much to spare, and he could see the damp outline of her lips. He moved quickly, tracing around it and moved onto her legs, because he didn’t want screw things up. He took his time on her legs and feet.“I’ve never done this.