There's no help

A few minute later, her song finished, but still standing with her breast pressed to the side of his head while he masturbated her under her skirt, two young ladies entered the cafe and sat at the next table. Analivia was stunned. They looked well dressed and affluent and were engaged in animated conversation with each other. She couldn't believe they didn't notice her standing there clinging to him while his hand was busy up her skirt. She could feel her face getting red and flustered, but until he told her to go somewhere else she was stuck here. Maybe she could attract their attention. They must have cellphones - they could get help!

A moment later a waitress appeared. The ladies ordered prosecco and the waitress disappeared once more, also failing to notice Analivia and her situation. She could feel herself breathing heavily. Another moment later, he ducked down, pulling his head free from her breast and put his head up under her skirt. Oh fuck, he was going to...

His tongue massaged her clit as his fingers kept working away inside her pussy. She could feel hereslf getting closer to cumming now despite herself. Oh fuck!

She cleared her throat, willing the two young ladies to look, but they made no signs of noticing her. With him underneath her skirt unable to see her, She pulled the strap of her top back up covering her left boob once more then she waved frantically in their direction, but somehow they were looking the other way. She felt invisible.

A moment later the waitress arrived with two glasses of Prosecco. As the girl passed their table on the way back, Analivia seized her chance and the waitress's sleeve!

"Please - get help", she said quickly - "this man is holding me against my will", she said, gesturing to the bulge under her skirt where his head was pressed hard to her pussy. Ladies, can you please call the cops or something!", she said raising her voice so that the prosecco drinkers could hear. "Ohhhh! oh my!" she said as the first tremors of orgasm started to rock through her, and she could feel his fingers pistoning hard aand fast inside her. She was sure he would have stopped and came out to deal with the situation when she started to ask for help, but he had only just re-doubled his efforts beneath her skirt - and damn it, he was good!!!

"Fuuuucckk!" she squealed quietly trying to suppress it.

"Oh my," said the waitress, looking concerned, glancing down at the shape in her skirt then back up at Analivia's rosy, sweating complection.