You look at me in shock, I just shake my head letting you know I don’t want you to. You slowly remove your hands still looking at me in disbelief. I...don’t remove my hand, I let it rest on your thigh just at the edge of the towel. Slowly, I start massaging your thigh just below your entrance. You slowly close your eyes, your breathing gets heavier and your hips starts move ever so slightly. I let my hand slide higher, bringing the towel with me. Your legs part, probably without you realising it. "Push the straps off your shoulders, honey."The gasp was audible over the buzz of the restaurant, but the girl's hands went up, sliding the straps off her shoulders. The thin apricot top slithered down, exposing her chest and the white strapless bra that shone against her olive skin like a set of headlights. Her face was on fire."Now undo the front clasp of your pretty bra, honey," the voice in her ear went on. She swallowed. The waiter was close now; he did a double take, baffled by what he. Her face was going flush, and she moaned long and loud at his ministrations. She was clearly having a hard time staying on her feet. It occurred to me that this was the only time I’d seen sex where two people were standing and only one was down. He increased his reps to triple-time, demonstrating his incredible stamina as his strokes now were going in threes in the same span as they had twos. He spanked my ass once playfully, watching as my horny hindquarters jiggled under the assault of his. I signal Laurent to close his eyes so he can join me in prayer. He doesn't. Instead, he grabs a plate filled with boiled eggs and rice and minced meat—and begins eating straight away. I surrender. There is no way I will stand this insulting behavior! I hate the way this boy treats me. It is like I am a stranger here in my own house, like he does not know who I am and where I come from. Damn him! If he wants to talk to me nicely, he knows where to find me. I stand up and tread furiously back to.