Suggest you all order food, then use the opportunity to play footsie with Matt under the table. Check app to see if you have complete Sunday Funday task as you feel you with need to purchase the Daddy's Princess upgrade every soon if you are not to lose

As the waiter hovers with pen poised, you flash a bright smile and suggest, "We should, like, totally order! I'm starving after all this morning's... exercise." You punctuate this with a meaningful glance at Rick that makes him shift in his seat.

"I'll have the lobster ravioli," Becky orders in her carefully maintained executive voice, though you can sense her mental exhaustion growing through your connection.

"Steak for me," Rick says, "Medium rare."

Matt and Mandi order salmon and chicken respectively, and when your turn comes, you bite your lip adorably. "Everything looks so complicated... Daddy, could you order for me?"

Rick's chest swells visibly. "The lady will have the prawn salad, dressing on the side."

As the waiter leaves, you subtly slip off one sandal under the table. With everyone distracted by their champagne, you extend your bare foot and find Matt's ankle. His eyes widen over his glass as you trace your toes up his calf.

"So Mandi," you ask innocently, foot continuing its upward journey, "what kind of marketing are you studying?"

"Consumer behavior and digital trends," she answers, oblivious to her brother's reddening face as your toes reach his inner thigh. "I'm particularly interested in how brands manipulate desire."

"Manipulate desire?" you echo breathlessly. "That sounds super fascinating."

Matt nearly chokes on his champagne as your foot finds the growing bulge in his pants. Through your connection, you hear Becky's delighted giggle in your mind: Omigod, you're so naughty! He's totally getting hard!

While maintaining a perfect innocent expression, you continue your under-table exploration, feeling Matt growing harder against the ball of your foot with each gentle stroke. His hand disappears beneath the tablecloth, not to push you away but to adjust himself and then - surprisingly - to grip your ankle encouragingly.

With the conversation flowing around you, you casually reach for your phone. "Sorry, just checking something," you murmur, angling the screen away from the others.

Digital Becky materializes instantly, her cartoon boobs bouncing excitedly. "Look at you, working that family angle, babe! Matt's already wrapped around your pretty little toe... literally!" She giggles at her own joke. "Your SUNDAY FUNDAY task is now 75% complete! Just keep the PDAs going, especially with Daddy, and you'll get those 40 Babe Bucks by bedtime!"

You have [25] Babe Bucks - not quite enough yet. Your toes curl involuntarily against Matt's erection as you contemplate how useful this upgrade might be.

"Everything okay?" Rick asks, noticing your distraction.

"Perfect, Daddy," you chirp, sliding your phone away and offering him your most adoring smile. Under the table, your foot continues its teasing dance against Matt's hardness, his breathing growing shallow as he struggles to maintain his composure.

Mandi glances between her father and brother with growing suspicion, but when Rick reaches across to touch your hand possessively, she doesn't object. Instead, she watches with calculating interest, taking a long sip of her champagne.

"You know," she says suddenly, "Ashley's actually quite refreshing, Dad. At least she's honest about what she wants."

"And what do I want?" you ask with genuine curiosity, your simplified mind wondering what this perceptive young woman sees in you.

"Everything," Mandi replies with a cryptic smile. "And somehow, I think you might just get it."

14:00 | Sunday 3 Aug 2025 | Bellingham's Restaurant, London

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