Emma's parents excuse themselves for a second.

"I think we ought to go check on Emma. We've been here for a while and she still isn't here. We'll be right back." Emma's Mom says as she and her husband stand up to leave the table. Emma's Dad has a barely noticeable spot on the tip of his considerable trouser tent. You're not sure if they're aware of the situation under the table, but they're definitely hot and bothered and trying to discretely leave. You see no real reason to stop them, but do speak up to taunt them a little.

"Do you want me to come with? It's probably my fault, anyway, springing this all on her at once." Your girlfriend's parents seem fidgety and anxious to get out of sight.

"You should stay and take care of your other guests. We're her parents, we can figure out what's keeping her. Don't worry yourself." Emma's Dad smoothly brushes you off. Seems like he wants his wife (and presumably) daughter all to himself. You could use the effects of Slave4U to override, but you like his possessiveness. It'll make him rougher with the ladies. Emma's parents excuse themselves and head up the stairs, but you can tell by their footfalls that they don't quite make it to the bedroom before they're thumping against the wall.

Since everybody in the house is now aroused to the breaking point, you figure it's a good time to lift the curtain and let the real fun begin. You snap your fingers and summon Emma up from under the table. As she crawls out and stands up, the white tablecloth drags across her back like low tide slipping off a beach. Your diners hold their breath, waiting for it to fall away and reveal the enticing cleft of her ass. Emma gives you a deep tongue kiss that you passionately return, letting the other diners soak it in. When you direct her to climb onto the table, the others instinctually understand that discretion will no longer be necesary. Your Mom lifts her shirt over her head, and your Dad unzips and unbuckles like he's just gotten home from a long day at work. As Emma lays down on her back, nethers pointing towards the doorway, she grabs Sophia by the shirt collar and pulls her in for a kiss. Sophia gropes her best friend's ripe tits while your Mom and Dad, in turn, reach under Sophia's skirt and caress her pliable tush. They each want a taste of the new dessert platter being served. You call for Emma's parents to come back downstairs and see Emma's special outfit.

When they get back downstairs, Emma's Mom and Dad are both red-faced and starting to sweat, tensing themselves to deflect suspicion about what they were doing upstairs. Instead, their daughter greets them with her legs bent and hands tucked under her breasts, looking like a freshly trussed fowl, bowls and glasses overturned, food pooling around her back. She has her pussy lips spread as you pour warm gravy down her cleavage, onto her stomach, and off her body onto the pristine white tablecloth. Sophia getting vigorously disrobed by your half-nude parents, both of them groping and licking at every new inch of exposed flesh. In the midst of the miniature bacchanalia, Emma looks her father dead in the eye, desperately pinching her pearl.

"Daddy, feed me, please."