Call the waiter, please, darling.” They talked about the pleasure of power sharing until the waiter delivered their champagne. Laura insisted on hav...ing the traditional first taste. She spoke to the waiter, “This is my boss and my lover, Greg. He wanted my panties on the table and he wants my bra beside them. He unfastened me in back; I want you to do the rest, would you like me to stand?” “Madam!” “You will earn a good tip; please do it.” Laura held each arm to him in turn, the waiter. Immediately my cock rose again but this time I slowly got up, trying to casually walk to her with my body turned, so that from the outside my front was not visibly. As I got within arm’s reach of her she laughed at me and told me to get back, while playfully tapping the tent in my shorts with her right hand. Taking that as a kind of invitation to move closer I finally got over to stand by her side, nothing suspicious in that as I often helped her out at the computer.This is where she surprised. She bent over to kiss Jack. I noticed two things. One was that she really laid one on him and second was that she was wearing panties. I thought that, just perhaps, that skirt was too short!She released a rather breathless Jack and stood. I moved over to sit next to Jack. Gretchen climbed into Mack's lap showing a remarkable expanse of toned leg. She lay over on Mack and simply looked dreamy. Mack's eyes had an awed look of shock.No one said anything. Finally, I said, "Okay, you're here. Talk. She was smaller than he had thought, at least eight inches shorter than he was. Which put her around five feet four inches. Her hair was wet, clinging in damp strands to her face. She was wearing sweat pants that she had rolled the waist band down and the legs up and an ancient tee shirt that was way too big. She had tied it at the small of her back to make up for the extra material. She looked... cute, he thought. Like someone's kid sister. She certainly didn't look like a seasoned homicide.