When the interest in nuts had waned a bit, Jack found the whipped cream and squirted some on each of Niomi’s nipples, decorating them with cherries.
Jack reminded them of the rules, “This one is ten dollars, in view of the cost you can lick the nipples good and clean, no rush.”
Duncan and Meg stepped forward and took a nipple each. In all of the men and four of the wives enjoyed a whipped cream and cherry nipple before the next dessert item.
Robert, when cleaning breasts and nipples, declared that he had the best job in the world, even if he had to pay to do it.
For the next round, Niomi took one grape in her mouth at a time and for twenty dollars the participants could kiss her and take the grape. Again they were told not to rush and some tongue wrestling was allowed.
They were surprised at how many of the ladies had a go. One said she was allergic to grapes so an ice cube was substituted.
Robert was not so keen on the grape game because he had less cleaning and touching so Niomi gave him a grape treat to compensate.
Niomi took a break to give everyone a chance to chat and refresh their drinks. The next event caused an uproar of excitement.
Up on the table again, Niomi spread her legs while Jack gathered several items.
He had whipped cream, orange segments, grapes, chocolate chips and M&M’s, building a very attractive fruit salad dessert in Niomi’s shaved pubic area, it looked too artistic to disturb.
Auctioning the job of demolishing the latest dessert offering, Trevor had the winning bid of one hundred dollars. His wife was the main cheerleader when he got down to business.
Robert was beside himself with excitement when he performed his cleaning duties and spent an age ensuring that her inner and outer labia were ready for the next serving.
Having established the value of the fruit salad, three guys and one lady paid another one hundred each for more creations by Jack.
Niomi took another break and the guests wondered how the next trick could possibly beat the last.
Having made sure that all the guests were ready, Niomi got back on the table this time face down.
“Robert, my butt is scrupulously clean but just check it out to reassure everyone.”
Jack went to work with his wet wipes thinking he should have paid more to have the job.
Niomi winced a little from the cold as Jack built an ice cream masterpiece in Niomi’s butt crack.
“OK, one time only no repeats and this is going to auction.”
Bob, after an interesting discussion with his wife involving a new Mercedes, bid one thousand dollars and the auction was over before it started.
Bob climbed up on the table, hovered over Niomi and got to work. He went as slowly as possible but had to maintain a certain rate as the ice cream was melting. No point in paying all that money to lick a puddle off the table cover. But he had his tongue in her butt crack long after the last drop of ice cream had melted.
Robert was waiting for cleanup and visibly excited.
“Perhaps you should leave that bit,” suggested his wife.
Niomi said she would go straight to the shower but Robert insisted that he perform his duties in case any remnants dripped on the rugs.