Another customer

The dinger on the front door snapped me back to reality and I tried to sit up, but the redhead across the table squeezed my dick hard with her toes, grinned, and shook her head. The brunette waitress smiled a big, fake smile and adjusted her dress.

"Father O'Malley!" she said with enthusiasm faker than her smile. I could feel myself blush deep and the foot job returned to its almost-making-me-cum eroticism. The redhead bit her lip and grinned. "Here, sugar, I have just the table for you," the waitress said and sat him in the next booth over, with his back to our booth. The waitress winked at us and then leaned against the separator between his booth and ours, with her back mostly toward the priest. She looked at me right in the eyes with this devilish glint dancing across her face.

"Oh, bless you child, let's start off with a water to drink," he said cheerfully. "And, let's see here, to eat, I'd like..." he starts and then hesitates. But the girls aren't having any of that.