Greg thrust himself forward in an effort to gain maximum pleasure from Chantal’s movement.
But just as he did, she stopped and gave his erection one final squeeze before pulling her hand away.
Greg opened his eyes and looked down at Chantal’s grinning face.
She could tell from the pleading, longing look he was giving her that he desperately wanted her to continue with what she had started. But instead, she merely whispered. “Not now mon chéri, first we eat, then we go home to make love.”
Everyone else seemed to have vacated the room.
Chantal led Greg by the hand out into the kitchen, and together they joined the rest of the family who were all seated around the large wooden table which earlier had served as the holding station for the meals waiting to be taken out to their customers.
