I handed him both my business card and my wife’s. I asked if he had a few minutes to chat, which he said he did now that the rush was over.I started...with letting him know that he took quite a risk adding to an already set menu, but that it clearly paid off. He thanked me yet told me that he has been approached by several other restaurants wanting him to come work for them. We discussed moving this restaurant, noting how much the building needs work, both structurally and cosmetically. I asked. He was too young to understand the role of males in the former United States of America and he was too young to notice the erosion of male rights in the years that followed.Having grown up in a female-led household nearly his entire life, he was quickly and easily indoctrinated under the laws of New America. Timothy’s father is a big and strong Classification 4 male and works as a carpenter in the construction industry. Timothy only remembers his father as a subjugated male and does not. I got my last close look of her cunt for the night and damn where her cunt lips hanging. She is a good slut, and she dropped to her knees right in front of me and started to get his pants down. I was hoping for a good close up show, but he had other ideas as he picked her up and laid her in bed. Once they were in the bed, I could see but not real well. But I could sure as hell hear, and Chrissy was moaning already. I could see him with his face buried between her legs and from her moans I think. Her lips slipped over his brass belt buckle. She could smell his flesh through the blue cotton of his shirt. Then she felt his cock rubbing up against her chin. Moving her head back, Marcie slipped all the way to the floor, her knees hurting a little from the hardness of the splintery wood. And then... and then she could smell his crotch... that pungent, heavy aroma that seemed to trigger her off into high heat. She felt her cuntal muscles knotting up again while her heart and pulse raced.