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As the waiter moved away I whispered, “I’m a good girl Mr Moore.” But I didn’t lift his hand off my thigh. “I certainly hope so my dear.” Mr Moore whispered back. I opened my serviette and covered his hand. As we ate, drank and talked, and that hand kept returning to my thigh, getting higher and higher each time it came back. By the time we were well into the main course, Mr Moore’s right little finger had touched my pussy. When it first made contact with my clit ring, Mr Moore’s hand froze for a couple of seconds and he turned Blowjobs and looked at me. He smiled at me and without even thinking about it, I spread my legs enough for him to gain better access. On my other side, it took until I had finished my main course for Mr Wilson’s left hand to find my thigh. He too froze for a second when he first touched my clit ring. I don’t know if there was some sort of telepathy doggy style between Mr Moore and Mr Wilson, or they’d pre-planned their assault on my body, or they’d had lots of practice doing it to other young women; but, without even looking, one hand came up to the table as the other came down to my pussy. The net result was that my pussy had a hand pressing and rubbing it all the way through the meal. I did have one orgasm, but fortunately I managed to have it without making a noise or shaking all over. Ryan noticed though, and he gave me that knowing grin of his. During the meal I was asked about my job. I told them what I did, and that I’d been on 2 trips to China to learn more about the Nuwa Corporation and the culture there. I also told them that I had to wear a uniform at work, but I didn’t tell them what that uniform consisted of; nor did I tell them about the medical check-ups or the punishments if we fail to meet our targets. 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