If she wasn't my mother I woulddefinitely have been trying to chat her up, she was a great piece ofarse.I went for an interview and was excited to not...ce that the ladies whoworked there were also dressed like Mum. It seemed a dream job.I was offered the job straight away and signed the terms and conditionswithout reading the section headed "dress code" properly. I did nottherefore notice the company uniform was considered to be gender neutral.The restaurant was called "French Made" and it. God, I was soaking. I slid one finger apart from the rest and gently rubbed my clit through my underwear, causing a small moan to escape my lips. Aware of the sound I had made my eyes opened and I turned to look around the room, nervously glancing to see if anyone walking by the door had heard me. Thankfully it appeared that no one was there, so I dared to slide my hand into my underwear and work my fingers over my outer lips, massaging the wetness just a little bit. A sigh slid past my full. I started walking the mile or so to the store, taking the residential streets as much as possible. It was almost dusk and I did not get any looks out of the ordinary that I could tell from passing motorists and pedestrians. After about 20 minutes, I made it to the store. I thought I was a mess from the storm but looked in the window of the store for my reflection and was pleased that my wig actually looked better after the blow-drying it received. I walked into the store, and the manager I. She slowly inserted her index finger back into her pussy. She started to finger fuck herself while watching me. Her finger went all the way out and in again. She did it so hard that it made a slapping sound mixed with the wet pussy sound. She started to moan really loud now!Her eyes were shut, and hands slapped her pussy much faster. She took her finger out, sucked on it, and then started to rub her clit with the same finger, faster and faster. Her moan rhythm started to increase by the second..