Then he moved further down the table and started on her legs. He worked each leg very well and allowed his hand to go further up her inner thigh with ...each move. Again, no resistance, so his light was still green. He laid her leg back down and I noticed, that it was spread further out than where it was before. He began to work the other leg and again, when he was done, it was placed further spread than before. She never noticed the subtle things, but they were all done in preparation for the big. Why don't you let your friends sit while you go order a round of drinks? I'll be gone by then."He puffed up. Cindy had been watching the exchange in amazement. She held up her hand."Stop it, Brian! I think it might end badly for you if you don't. Do like he said, order our drinks. We'll be right here, IF this gentleman is willing to share."By then I was done. I stood up, pulling out the chair for the girl nearest me."Please, take the table. I'm done anyway. Enjoy your evening."I reached behind. She was just about to climax to her first (to my knowledge or at least witnessing) self induced orgasm when I glanced out of the window to spy an old man standing there watching her. As she calmed down, she waved to him and, after waving back, he wandered off. That was good she said especially with an audience, but Im still very wet – are you still thirsty?. Without a seconds delay, I was there again enjoying her plentiful supply of nectar. She wouldnt let me bring her to another orgasm,. She had no doubt that she had made the correct selection; her second sense about these things was always good. She would enjoy breaking this unworldly straight laced committed Christian into her servile slave and hear its cries and sobs for mercy. She’d even thought of a new name for her future lackey. She would rename it ‘Altar Boy’ as a constant reminder of all the nasty unholy things it would have to do as part of its new existence. It wouldn’t need its faith in a spiritual deity for much.