You have stood at the window behind the curtain as I've fucked you, one hand on your belly as you suck on my thumb, stifling your moans and cries . The few diners left below are oblivious of what is happening just above their heads.
You are unobserved now but want to be seen, not by the diners perhaps but you are wanton in your need at this moment and I wonder how I'll satisfy us both. The lunch time wine is lubricating your lust. The door of the room stands open still and one of the young Turkish waiters pauses to look in, and I signal him to come in and join us.
He smiles, then turns and calls out, and pauses again before entering. I pull you back into the room; you have your audience now. You step slightly forward wanting him to se my cock moving in and out of you. He watches me stroking your ass, grunting his approval as you turn to him, your eyes telling him everything, and he drops his pants freeing his huge cock. It's already jumping and he strokes it as he reaches his other hand to yours.
Another waiter arrives, another young Turk, who laughs at what he sees. You need more attention now and I turn you to the heavy table and you lie forward, then I turn you on me till you are on your back. One Turk jumps up and kneels straddling your head, feeding his big cock to you and you suck him busily as he watches me, and the other continues to watch me stroking in and out of you. He grasps your pole and strokes it in time with his own long thin one, still watching.