Whatever the customer wants.

Adding on to your order. "And a plate of wings, medium." Lorelei jots the order while she looks slightly put off. Then finally realizing your faux pas, you reach up and help yourself to an ample handful of Lorelei's chest.

"Sure thing." Lorelei smiles back and saunters off with your order.

Looking around the crowded dining area, the huge TVs around the place showing classic sports games except for one. That TV is showing for one of your favorite cartoon ever and it's at the best part. (4:05 mark)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMXYrQBwNK0

And now finally with a bit of quiet time at hand, you're actually starting to understand what has been happening or more accurately, what you've been doing all morning. Getting Mary off at the cafe, fondling Michelle at work, nailing Priya and Dahlia at their work desks, embarrassing Brenda at her presentation and just now fingering Crystal in the middle of the the Gridiron. Damn, you've had more game in the past 5 hours than you've probably had in your whole life.

And that's been nagging at you the most, that somehow you've changed the norms of society. Looking down to both of the rings, they still look chintzy to you, something from the bottom of a Cracker Jack box. The designs on them are common for crappy jewelry. So you thought to yourself. <The talk I had with Mary, when I accidentally grabbed her tits and she didn't rip my head off and then I just wish it were normal for girls to take a 'greeting' like that, well, like you are now. Then everybody started doing it like nothing. And when she looked at my bulge I asked, It's normal to talk about a guy's penis size in public? And Mary said of course it was. Huh. Then there was the cheeky conversation I had with Dahlia when she asked me about my size and I said, It should also be normal for men to talk to women about their breasts. And then the kicker, when I thought to myself after Dahlia said I was working out the wire in her bra, it should be normal for women to just not wear any underwear while they're working here.>

And then it hits you like a ton of bricks. <Normal, it were, it's, also be, should be, NORMAL!!> Every one of those thoughts had a outrageous situation that was somehow rewritten as acceptable or accepted practice. Ok now you're getting somewhere. Now you have to test this theory. Nothing worldwide. Something small and local.

Your train of thought derails with a glass of soda placed in front of your face. "Here's your drink, diet coke with lime."

"Thanks." You say back. "Lorelei, have a seat with me."

Looking around, Lorelei spots her manager among some customers and then sheepishly smiling back at you. "I'm sorry, we're not allowed to sit with the customers."

"That's okay. I understand." With that said, taking Lorelei by her hand and guiding her down to sit next to you. "Do you like games and puzzles?"

Looking quizzically to your question. "Umm yeah, I'm studying engineering."

"Okay, I have a question then, how do you set up a mechanical action and prevent it from accidental triggering."

"That's easy, you set up a safeguard to make the action two parts so it won't get set off by mistake."

"Something like a hand gesture and a word would do it?"

Lorelei looks at you slightly confused. "Yeah, if you're casting a spell, but it's the same idea."

<Okay now for some fun.> Chewing over your new revelation you get an idea. <When I say 'Hello there' and snap my finger to a woman I'm talking to, it's normal for her to expose herself and to feel a little horny so I can greet her properly."

Looking to Lorelei. "If I asked you to show me your tits, wha...."

Lorelei bolts up from her seat looking surprised at your comment. "Hold it right there, I'm calling the manager." With that said, Lorelei flags down her manager from across the floor and he makes his way to your table.

"Is there a problem here?" The barrel chested bald manager said.

Holding your composure. "No. No problem at all." Getting up from your seat looking at the manager as he towers a good foot plus above you. "I was trying to know what are the rules with the girls."

The manager gives you a stern look. "There is no touching allowed at all, except when you're greeting them hello."

"So if I wanted to say hello I can do this, right." Copping Lorelei's tit with one hand and leaving it there."

"Yeah a couple of seconds and that's it." He says sternly.

"What if she did this?" Looking to Lorelei. "Hello there. {snapping your finger}" Lorelei's eyes open a bit in surprise and quickly lifts up her t-shirt showing her well endowed bronzed tits with darkened areolas. Her nipples stiffening in the cool air as she sucks in a breath enhancing her bust for you. Her eyes then soften as she looks to you with a pleasing smile. "And then I motorboat both of her tits like this." Placing your nose in the crook between Lorelei's tits, her warm soft tits get wet as you lick and kiss them profusely. Lorelei's breathing seems to agree with your enjoyment until you finally flap your lips with a big exhale.

The manger, unaffected by your display. "No, you can't do that."

"But I'm doing it now."

"Yes but we're going over what you can and can't do."

"Ok then if I get this right, I can greet the girls with a quick feel but I can't grab or slap her ass like this." Grabbing a good chunk of her butt cheek and then smacking her ass good and hard to the deadpan manager as he shakes his head no. "So that means I really can't do this." You spin Lorelei around and bend her over the table. Gently caressing her sex with your hand, it takes you 2 quick seconds to pull her shorts and pantyhose down to her knees. Admiring her rounded bronzed ass and a wisp of hair between her legs, you pull out your stiff cock and insert yourself.

Lorelei lets out a gasp of air with each thrust you ram into her. She spreads her legs a bit open which gives you room to move around scraping your dickhead against every surface inside her, tickling Lorelei into ecstasy. She bends one knee lifting a leg up that places more weight against your waist. Rocking Lorelei harder and harder against the table until she finally cums hard. Lifting her off the table with you still inside her, you give the manager a smiling look only to get.

"No, nothing like that. Just greet them hello and keep your hands off."

Grinning wide. "Got it, sorry for the trouble."

The manager walks away and you let Lorelei off your cock. "I think my orders done, why don't you get it."