I've had enough. It's time to leave!

I'd had enough! So I got close to Robert and asked if we could go.

"Of course," he said, without hesitation. "I'll text the limo. Catherine, are you coming?"

"I think I'll take an Uber home," she said, grinning and winking at me. Why was she doing that?

"Thanks," Robert said, grinning at her. "Uber should be waiting for us in just a few. Shall we head out?"

Robert helped me up (my hands were still tied!) and we said our goodbyes to the table.

"Just one more thing," said Mrs. Cuocco, grasping the lapels of my blouse and then pushing it completely off my shoulders!

Of course it was already WIDE OPEN showing everyone my shelf bra and my full tits with the (very hard! very fat and excited!) nipples to the whole restaurant, but having my whole top exposed just took it to the next level. I could feel a hot flush over my face as the entire restaurant could now see this grown-up girl, topless except for a shelf bra, standing IN THE MIDDLE OF A FANCY RESTAURANT, HER BREASTS FULLY EXPOSED!

"Oh! I almost forget!" Catherine hopped up. "I wanted to check with you about possibly going to the opera with the other sisters later! Would you like to do that?"

"Sure! Sounds good!" I said, hoping to get out of there quickly.

"It's La Traviata. Or was it Rigoletto?"

"It doesn't matter! Any opera is good!" I could feel the eyes of the restaurant with a wonderful view of my titties now that I was standing up!!

"Now I'm curious what it was. Let me look it up. Hold on." Catherine fiddled with her phone. "Mr. Cuocco, what's the Wi-fi password?"

"It's Osteria93, with a zero for the O and an at-sign for the A."

Catherine fiddled with her phone for endless seconds as I get more and more flushed with embarrassment.

"Oh, fudge, that didn't work. Did you say an At sign for the O? Or was it the E?"

"No, it's a ZERO for the OH, and an AT SIGN for the AY," Mr. Cuocco repeated.

PLEASE COULD SHE JUST HURRY UP???

"Oh! I see! It's a Zero, like the number zero for the O, the first letter, and an AT sign, for the A the last letter! It's working now!"

FINALLY.

"Oh, it is Il Travatore after all. Are you interested in seeing Il Travatore with all of us sisters later?"

"Yes!" I said. "That would be great!"

I was practically dancing with frustration, trying to get away!

"But what day is best for you? Do you prefer Fridays... or Saturdays... ? They also have a Sunday matinee."

"Any day is good! You pick!"

"Well, I I have to pick, let's see..." Catherine chewed on her fingernail. "Kaitlin sometimes has classes on Thursday evenings, so I guess that's out..."

All this time Robert was looking at us with a bemused expression, but this time he had finally had enough.

"Perhaps we can work this out over text messages later?" he suggested.

"Oh! Of course! I didn't mean to hold you!"

BULLSHIT, I thought to myself. That's EXACTLY what you MEANT to do!!

So FINALLY, I followed Robert across the main floor of the restaurant, which seemed to stretch ENDLESSLY.

"Hey Robert! Fancy meeting you here!"

WHAT THE FUCK??? GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!

"Michael! Yes, we eat here a lot! I'd like to introduce to you my date, Jennifer Coxhouse."

The man called Michael, an older, middle-manager type, stood up to shake my hand. I could tell that his mousy wife thoroughly disapproved of my naked breasts (IN A PUBLIC RESTAURANT) and her sour looks made me about 8 times more ashamed.

Also she looked like a younger version of my Grandmother, I almost sank into a puddle of humiliation wondering what my GRANDMOTHER would think of me with bare breasts in a fancy restaurant!!

Michael and Robert chatted for a few moments about some work thing as I shifted from foot to foot, **** to leave, RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RESTAURANT, where EVERYONE WAS WATCHING ME.

"Well, I won't keep you any longer!" said Michael.

FINALLY.