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shirts. They are wearing long tan jumpers with slits to their hips on both sides and either a light yellow or gold shirt. They are both about five foot three. One woman is white. The other woman is black. The two parties are lead into the dining area by the servers. You and I are left standing temporarily. I raise your jacket and put my hand in your front pocket. I touch your smooth cock and balls. I love how they feel shaved. Your love muscle, which has not lost all the rigidity from before we entered, instantly becomes fully erect. You stare at me aghast and excited as I am touching bare flesh through your pocket. You check your other pockets while I massage my favorite toy. You realize that my hands will have easy access to you. Your most sensitive flesh will be fully accessible to my inquisitive fingers. The woman server returns. You try to lower your jacket so she cannot see the movement of my fingers in your crotch. "Hold still!" You freeze in willful submission. The server is c dolcett cartoons almly waiting – and watching. I turn to her and say, "Everything is to my liking now. May we be seated." "This way please," utters the server with a stoic look on her face and a gleam in her eyes. Your face has turned a dusky rose color. You are embarrassed. You flick the remote on. I take one false step. I hear you snicker behind me. You inquire, "Is everything all right?" "Everything is perfect," I inform you. I then prove it by confidently and steadily striding my stuff before you. I know you are watching my ass as it switches back and forth seductively. Then you surprise me by turning my toy off, only to turn it on six seconds later, then off again after fifteen. The room is round, with booths lined along the walls. The booths are circular, for privacy. There is five-foot walkway around the outside of the booths and six steps leading to a spotless serving area in the center of the room. There appear to be three dumbwaiters. We reach our booth, and shockingly, you start my toy humm  dolcett cartoons
ing again! As we are seated, I have the most devilish grin on my face. I am enjoying the sensations that are coursing through me. As the thrumming courses through my body, I examine our booth in detail. It feels as if we are in our own private cave. The seats are very deep – wide enough to recline comfortably if you so desire. The back is very high. They are covered in buttery soft leather in a lovely shade of dark blue. I notice a pile of cushions on the seat to my left. My hand glides over the different shades of blue and find they have different textures. The lighting is soft and low, highlighting only the table. On the light-blue, linen-covered, round table are three things. First is a small centerpiece of lavender blossoms. Second is a blue leather folder with linen parchment sheets of paper. The menu is hand written in calligraphy. The way the foods and drinks are described makes one's mouth water. Third is a small intercom with multiple buttons in a variety of colors. There is |