Dinner at a restaurant

The ride in Ms. Nanci's car is uncomfortable, to say the least. At every stop, she plays with the dildo's controls, bringing you to the verge of orgasm but never quite letting you cum. She talks to you, as well, but you're far too focused on the toy lodged in your ass to really pay any attention, giving halfhearted responses at best. Still, she seems satisfied, and before too long the two of you arrive.

The restaurant is fairly upscale, though not so much that your current clothes will be totally out of place. As the two of you exit the car, the vibration in your ass subsides. Ms. Nanci leads you into the building, her own ass swaying in front of you, and for a moment you find yourself forgetting all about what she's packing on the other side. As the two of you enter, you can't help but notice that most of the female staff are glancing your way, a few of them outright grinning at you. If you weren't so distracted by the toy inside you, it would be pretty obvious that something was up.

You are both led to a corner booth in a fairly empty section, and browse the menus quietly, Ms. Nanci making suggestions from time to time. It's not too long before your waitress arrives, a tall, strawberry blonde girl who can't be more than twenty, whose significant bulge is directly in your line of sight. As you try not to stare, Ms. Nanci's hand dips into her purse, making the dildo in your ass spring to life. You jump in shock, but manage to stammer out a small order in spite of the intense vibration. Ms. Nanci completes her own order, and the waitress gathers up your menus, smiling at you knowingly before taking her leave.

You've got a bad feeling about all this.