Her joys in life are her dog and her grandkids… “Do I know you?” the waitress asked slowly, looking at me curiously. I just smiled at her and shook my head “how do you know all that about me.” “HOW DO YOU DO THAT?!?” Racheal squealed as she absorbed what the waitress – Dorothy - indian was saying. “I see things.” I said with another shrug. “No way” Jess chimed in, “Spill!” “Okay okay…” I held my hands in defeat, laughing. “Her name is Dorothy, there’s faded lettering just above her breast pocket, I’m guessing that it used to be stitched in there?” Dorothy nodded. “I know she has a dog because there are a few white hairs on the cuff of your trousers, too long to be cat hairs and too think to be human, besides, you don’t have a grey hair in there” I motioned towards her head in mock flirtation, she blushed and smiled. “You have a little bit of a limp in your left leg, which hurts as you take the weight off your foot, not when you put it down – typical symptom of Arthritis, or a badly blistered heal” Dorothy confirmed she had arthritis in her knees and elbows. “I knew she had been working here for a while because of her fingers” I continued, all three women looked at Dorothy’s hands. “Those plates are burning hot and you picked them up without even flinching, that kind of nerve damage comes from years of carrying hot plates, also it would doggystyle be a massive coincidence if another Dorothy had a shirt that fitted you with her name stitched into it” The three were all looking at me in awe, so I continued, “I knew it was here because not only are there pictures of you on the wall behind the bar, but I’ve heard three separate people come here and talk to you like you are family. That’s also how I know you are well liked, and the boss wouldn’t tolerate that sort of thing if he saw you as just staff.” “Hang on,” Jess jumped in, “How do a few pictures mean the boss can’t imagine this Brunette place without her?” blowjob “because there are no pictures of the other staff, only Dorothy and the boss, and in a place like this, in the city centre, there is no way she is the only waitress. Oh, And I amateur know he’s the boss because he left earlier and you called him…” I held my hand out to Dorothy for her to finish. “I’ve always called him ‘Boss’” she said. “Grand kids?” Rachael asked. I pointed to a small blue smudge on the arm of her pink shirt. “That is crayon, if you’re wearing a shirt for eight hours a day and rely on tips. There are only a few people you’d let near your work clothes with crayons.” Dorothy beamed at the mere mention of them. “What about my husband?” Dorothy asked softly. I paused before reaching up to the opening in her shirt and lightly touched the wedding band hanging from the chain around her neck. “It matches the one that you wear, only a few sizes too big. No woman wears her husband’s wedding ring unless he’s not around to wear it himself.” I said, matching the softness in her voice. I looked at my two ladies, Jessica’s jaw was almost on the table and Rachael was wiping a tear from her cheek as Dorothy nodded gently “And these smile lines…” I continued, pointing to the small wrinkles on the side of each eye, “show you are happy, and you smile a lot, which couldn’t be possible if his death had been recent…” “… and wearing either ring wouldn’t happen if I’d found someone else” Dorothy finished for me, “which is how you knew I live alone.” I nodded. Their efforts were rewarded as neither slave could move. I took another sip. I held her down firmly as I fucked the shit out of her against the truck seat. Some hit doggystyle the wall blowjob behind me. Some hit my cheek. The room was fitted with a bath with new plumbing and filling it with water would not be the labour intensive effort it would normally entail. Rekha: "It is a deal then. The seal of my clutching pussy lips around his indian throbbing cock gave way and a cascade of frothing cum and vaginal juices gushed forth, splattering obscenely into my soaked panties and onto the now ruined imported rug. “You have a beautiful body,” he said in between nipple sucks. He then proceeded to slowly stroke me through the speedo material. We ended up fucking all weekend and yes, I did give him a rim job and he did fuck my ass. I heard the sink turn off and I opened my eyes back up. Embarrassingly, we both reluctantly drop our underwear and are now left in the complete nude. The woman complies, and her pretty (if severe) face fills the screen as she adjusts her position. It’s super awkward and I’m kinda spinning. As we got closer one of the girls tripped over right in front of me. She ended up on her back right at my feet. Then, she went to the ornate carpet in front of the Buddha. “I presumed that you wanted me in pigtails again.” Her fingers found his nipples and she played with it a little, teasing Lucius before suddenly pinching them hard. Ten minutes earlier, he'd barged into her bedroom, catching his naked mother feverishly finger fucking her cunt. Again she screamed long and hard as she flopped Brunette about in the air. "We're sorry for what we did! "Oh my god, yes!" “Ha! I screamed, but not from the pain, I had re-composed myself enough to remember that we were putting a show on. Then liking them one at a time. “You should get going or you’ll miss your flight.” She whispers sadly and cups her wife’s cheeks. Even before dinner. Unable even to release my wrists, my ankle restraints feel as far amateur away as another world. Her mind still screaming from embarassment and her stomach churning over and over. One of the older boys chuckled, “Yeah right. My distorted reflection stared back at me, my features shimmering ethereally in the near-dusk sunlight. OK, bye”. Ryan told Holly to get back to studying , your mom will stay here overnight , call your dad he said firmly & let him know Ryan then hung up Beside me on the bed was the sheet of paper where she recorded the results of my output. I did not know if I wanted answers. He was the most gorgeous human being