Susan said, “Would you like seating at a communal table?”“What?” Dexter asked.“We had customer who suggested that people eating alone might ...enjoy sitting at a communal table rather than be seated alone. The idea is that one ... it gets you seated quicker, and two ... it gives you a little company while eating. It’s very popular,” Susan said.“That would be fine,” Dexter said.He always felt like a loser when seated alone in a restaurant. He also knew that it would allow the restaurant to get more. ’ She grabbed a towel and dried her arms, the upper part of her chest, and her face as she walked across the room. Picking up the phone, she said, ‘Hello,’ There was mock heavy breathing on the other end of the line for a moment and then a deep male voice asked, ‘Have you been naughty or nice this year, little girl?’ Lindsey laughed. She was far from little at six foot tall in her bare feet and she was even farther from being a girl at thirty three. Some people argued that she was not even. I had never had a blowjob. I had never done anything. I may be the only futa at our college who hadn't fucked either Denice or Umeko during their campaign where they were handing out sexual favors like candy. “If she doesn't want to do it, then no.”“She'll do it if I make her, and she'll love it, won't you,” Denice purred, grabbing the Japanese girl's tit through her blouse.“Yes, Mistress,” Umeko moaned, her slanted eyes glassy.I drifted away from them, shaking my head as they started kissing.. Faizel grabbed his phone, texting on it, a big smile on his face. His eyes flicked up to me, smoldering with the promise of more pleasure to cum. My pussy tingled in delight. I tugged harder on my daughter's nipple as I fought such a wanton moan.As I led my compliant daughter down the hallway, I wondered what she needed to talk to me about. Did she have qualms about being a whore? No, no, she loved it. I could see it in her eyes. She was proud to help her family out by using her body and...What.