Here the wait staff dressed in copies of mid Twentieth Century diner clothing. Sensible shoes, white hose [not panty hose but the old white seamed gar...ter belt held up stockings] shirtwaist dresses on the females that came mid calf and had a high ruffled collar. The men were in starched white shirts with bow ties, black pleated pants, and vests that matched the waitress' dresses in color and material.Gloria was dressed in a knee length pencil skirt, matching business jacket with peplum, silk. She took hold of his dick and kissed him, massaging his erection as their tongues wrestled passionately together. I let Rob take ownership of her as I stepped back to get undressed, just as Mark moved in on her as well. Shelley gasped as she saw his cock.“Fucking hell, you’re a BIG boy!” she said – and she was right, he was massive, a good eight inches at least, and very proudly ran his dick up and down her thigh, urging her to take hold of it.Now, I’d never seen either of the guys naked before. She was only 5'3" so she had worn five inch stilettos, both to receive a boost for her ass and so that she could spot people more easily. She was Asian with long, straight black hair and smooth tanned skin. All in all, dressed to the nines ready for a night of fun.She finished what was left of her drink and began to scan the room, looking for potentials. She was just about to call it quits when he caught her eye. He was tall, maybe just under six feet. He wasn't your typical definition of. ” he tells me, rubbing the nape of my neck seductively. How could I say no? “Alright. What do you want me to do Daddy?” I ask. He doesn't answer me, just looks me in the eye and unbuttons the first button on my blouse. I blush furiously, and try to re button it, but he gently takes my hands away from my chest, and continues on. I can feel my cheeks flaming red, but for some reason, I let him. I trust him, and Daddies would never hurt their babies, right? My shirt was off. I felt self conscious.