” she snapped, still in a whisper. “You can finger me or whatever, until I cum then you need to take care of yourself. I don’t care, but I’... not doing it for you. Jerk off on the floor for all I care. You ARE going to finish me though.” She lay there propped up on her shoulders glaring at me. Her legs were open and I could smell her warm crotch. I kept looking from her face to her crotch. She was growing impatient.“What are you looking at?” she barked. “Just get in there and eat it.” she. " Oh, do you?" I retorted with venom."Look, sweetie, if it makes you feel any better, I am happy to have youhave you work here, for as long as you want." I don't think so," I said.But then I started thinking about it. What if I had to? I sure couldn'tgo back to work on Monday looking like this. Who would believe it wasme?The manager didn't exactly apologize, but he did take pity on me. Hebrought me into the back, helped me get cleaned up and into a new set ofclean (if uncomfortably feminine). He then turned several powerful strokes of his skates into a rush at the goalie. The close-in slap-shot ricocheted off the goalie's stick and the little rubber disk ended up heading for Samantha's side of the rink. The horn blew, ending the second period.As her team headed for a quick 5-minute intermission to catch their collective breath, she spotted a familiar, grinning face standing at the gate, opening it to let her in to the Home side bench. "Daddy! Hey, everyone, they're back!"That ended. By the time they reached their destination, Cheryl was a quivering, moaning, shaking mess. Sweat dripped between her breasts and down her back, her clit was beyond sensitive, and she couldn’t even think of anything beyond the overwhelming sensations she’d been subjected to. She felt on the edge of blacking out, too far gone to even realize they’d stopped. Lydia, however, had noticed, and with a sigh, reluctant to end the tantalizing show, got back to work. The dildo was turned off and.