Yes, more people get involved.

"Mr. and Mrs. Cuocco," Robert got up and shook their hands. "Of course you may join us. Jennifer, this is Rocco and Olivia Cuocco, dear friends of mine."

Mr. Rocco Cuocco? I suppressed a giggle.

"They own this restaurant, and about a dozen others across the region."

"And Robert is our silent investment partner," Mrs. Cuocco said, with affection.

"Pleasure to meet you," I said, unable to stand or shake their hands.

"Kaitlin," Mrs. Cuocco directed, "fetch a replacement drink for our poor Miss..."

"Coxhouse," I supplied.

"Yes, Ma'am!" Kaitlin ran off to the bar.

"Now what is going on here?" Mrs. Cuocco asked. "This poor girl is drenched and you're all just standing here with your mouths open?"

Robert sheepishly closed his mouth and took his eyes off my tits.

"She looks perfectly fine to me!" Catherine interjected.

"Me too," said Mr. Cuocco, leering openly at my boobies.

"I see nothing wrong," Robert confirmed, catching on. "Jennifer looks perfectly comfortable, aren't you, Jennifer?"

"Uh..."

Mrs. Cuocco stared at the others, trying to figure out what was going on. Then I saw her glance behind my back, where my wrists were still tied.

"I see now," she said, with a knowing smile. "This is some sort of sex game."

"No!" I protested. "This is not some sort of sex game! This is not a game!"

"Yes, it *IS* a sex game," Catherine confirmed, delighted. "And part of the game is that Jennifer has to say that it's *not* a game."

"I see now," Mrs. Cuocco said, as she sat next to me with her husband to her right. "Well, I guess that's fine, then. This is our restaurant, after all."

"But it's NOT a sex game," I whined.

"I understand you have to say that as part of the game," Mr. Cuocco said, smiling at my discomfort.

"Yes, you're doing your part very well," Mrs. Cuocco said, patting my arm.

"Okay then, it IS a sex game," I said, trying to turn the tables.

"See?" Catherine pounced. "Even Jenny thinks it's a sex game."

"But it's NOT a sex game!" I stomped my foot and pouted, my breasts bouncing up and down.

Just then, Kaitlin arrived with my vodka tonic (on ice), which she placed in front of me.

"Let's ask Kaitlin," Catherine said, all of a sudden. "Is all of this with Jennifer getting her blouse wet and exposing her breasts to the restaurant - is all that some sort of sex game?"

"Oh, absolutely!"

"WHAAAT? Kaitlin??" I looked at her, shocked. "No it's not!"

"In fact, Jenny came to me earlier and asked if I could /air-quotes/ accidentally /air-quotes/ spill a drink on her blouse."

"I did not!" Now I was incensed!

"You didn't think I was actually this clumsy, did you?"

"I did wonder," said Robert.

"Robert, PLEASE," I turned to him, tears in my eyes. "Please, you have to believe me! I never asked Kaitlin to spill anything on my blouse! Please, you must believe me."

And Robert turned to me, held my face in his hands, and said:

"I believe you."

And he said it in such a sincere, honest, whole-hearted way that I just immediately fell in love with him. Oh to have a man who believes you when you say something! Someone who trusts you and sees you for who you really are.

And then he kissed me. And ohhhhhh.... it was the most wonderful kiss I have ever had in my life. Soulful, deep, warm, wet, and full of layered meaning...

And now I was REALLY in love with Robert. Not just in love, but head-over-heels in love. Somehow Robert had jumped from casual date, to sex partner, to soul mate all in one evening!

"You're doing great," whispered Kaitlin in my ear.

I looked back at her, questioning. What did she mean by that? I was going to ask, but all she did was wink at me and then take the orders for the rest of the table.