Unfortunately not!

We chatted for a while, me with my hands tied behind my back (!!) until the main courses were served and we started eating - with Robert feeding me as before.

"Your blouse is starting to dry," Mrs. Cuocco observed.

"Thank god," I said.

"Isn't that something we should take care of, Catherine?"

"Yes, I think we should, Mrs. Cuocco!" Catherine said, eagerly.

"After all, if this is a sex game--"

"But it's not a sex game!" I whined.

"--and clearly the objective is to make you as attractive and exposed to the men as possible. Let's try this."

Mrs. Cuocco dipped her fingers into her water glass and extracted an ice cube, which she proceeded to rub over my nipple!

"Ohhh! Mrs. Cuocco! Please!" I whimpered. "It's so cold!"

My poor nipples! Wet and freezing!

"Look how they stand out. All perky and eye catching for the male gaze," Mrs. Cuocco said. She switched to my other nipple. Now they were both wet and cold!

I turned to Robert, hoping I could get some relief, but all he was doing was breathing heavy, adjusting his crotch, and staring at my nips, which were now standing at rigid attention, saying 'look at us! Look at us! Look how big and fat we are! Don't you want to lick us and kiss us! Aren't we amazingly perky and obvious??'

Throughout the rest of the main course, Mrs. Cuocco would continue to use her ice cubes to make sure my nipples were hard and perky, and the fabric around them was wet and sticky.

"And now for desert," Mrs. Cuocco said. "It is, after all, my restaurant."

With that, she reached into my blouse and unbuttoned the top button!

"Mrs. Cuocco!" Catherine exclaimed, shocked but delighted. "Are you sure?"

"I am so very much liking this game," Mrs. Cuocco said.

"Me too," Robert said, with a throaty growl.

"And me also," said Mr. Cuocco, both of the men staring directly at my big boobies - now with extra cleavage exposed! - which were now swaying up and down with my ragged breathing and pounding heart!

"Let's continue, shall we?"

"No!" I said. "No, we shalln't! I mean, shan't! I mean..."

But already she had undone another button.

"Better and better, I think," she said. "Should I continue?" she asked the rest of the table.

"No!" I said, immediately. "This is enough?"

"But of course you have to say that," Mr. Cuocco observed. "Since that's the part you're playing."

"But I'm not playing a part!" I whined, now almost in tears.

"Besides, I didn't ask you, I'm asking everyone else. Shall I continue?"

Everyone, of course, said 'yes!'.

And so slowly, button by button, Mrs. Cuocco unbuttoned the rest of my blouse.

AND THEN SHE PULLED IT APART, COMPLETELY EXPOSING MY BREASTS IN THE SHELF BRA!!!!!

Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god.

I closed my eyes, I was so embarrassed.

And then I heard it. The room. Which had been silent as Mrs. Cuocco unbuttoned my blouse, was suddenly a buzz of conversation.

Oh god, they are all talking about me!!

I opened my eyes and saw at least a dozen cameras aimed at my, now fully naked breasts, IN THE MIDDLE OF A RESTAURANT AS ALL OF THE PATRONS LOOKED ON!!!

"This will be SUCH good publicity for us," said Mr. Cuocco. "I bet we get a significant uptick in reservations."

"You'll need to come back often," said Mrs. Cuocco to Robert.

"You can count on it," Robert said, clearing his throat. I looked at him sharply. I have never seen a man so turned on in my life!!