It's a young male waiter

Felicity stares at the young waiter who appears from beneath Mrs Hendry’s dress. The older woman’s wetness glistens on his lips and chin as he staggers to his feet, a startled look on his face as he looks first at you then back to the woman whose pussy he has just been savouring.

“Anthony!” Mrs Hendry utters still in surprise at not only being caught in the act, but by someone she knows. “What on earth are you doing here?” she asks as if in an attempt to deflect from the more important question of why she has just had a waiter between her thighs whilst her husband is downstairs talking with friends and business associates! Felicity is almost as surprised that these two know each other, and that it is him that Mrs Hendry seems more worried to have been caught by. But the young girl at least feels a little less concerned now about having been spotted.

“Well I don’t think you are in a position to answer than Audrey” he speaks from behind Felicity, his hands still gently on her waist holding her in front of him.

“I… we…” Mrs Hendry starts and stops, looking from the two in the doorway back to the young waiter who is still standing there motionless except to wipe his hand across his mouth to remove the last of the woman’s pussy juices.

“Did he just stumble and happen to end up under your skirt?” the older man asks with a note of humour in his voice, clearly relishing the discomfort of the woman still laying prone on the bed.

“Something like that, yes.” It’s clear that the humour has relaxed her, and with the initial shock fading, she looks again at the two in the doorway, smiling as she starts to put it all together. “And I have a feeling that’s quite similar to what you might have had planned, for the young Felicity there to stumble onto your lap as well.”

Felicity can feel herself blush as Mrs Hendry looks at her smiling, clearly now confident that her little indiscretion could remain their secret.

“Oh not at all” he retorts, his hands caressing Felicity’s waist as he holds her and looks over her shoulder, “I had planned to fuck this pretty young girl until her screams might be heard all the way to downstairs.” If Felicity’s blush wasn’t already burning across her face she’s certain it would be now as he bluntly declared his intentions.

Mrs Hendry’s laughter fills the room as she looks from him to Felicity, “well, she is a pretty young thing for sure, so I really can’t blame you. Maybe we should leave you to it then?”