Regards, Jim."That afternoon I had to wait on a really cantankerous stereotypical southern gentleman at the counter. Everything I did to please him se...med to lead to a complaint or gripe of some kind. I was too slow, too fast, inaccurate, used stale bread (it wasn't), not cooked right – over cooked or under cooked, or I wasn't polite enough, needed to show some spine, and on and on.I rolled my eyes at Pat when I'd turned away from him at one point. She seemed to have a special sparkle in her. And now she was looking into my eyes and her expression changed slowly and she was biting her lower lip and then she put her arms around me and she kissed me and whispered “Tell me about it” and I whispered back “Let's go to your room” and she said “No, I want to do it here” and she kissed me more and then she put her hand on my pussy and massaged it and she put a finger inside of me and I said “Mmmmhh” and I kissed her back and then we heard her mom coming out of the bathroom and she said. Embarrassed that he caught you lusting at him but turned on by the thought of his domination of you. He goes over to a table opposite yours to sit with one other man and two attractive women probably in their early thirties. He kisses them both and they look delighted to see him. 'Is one of those his girlfriend?' you wonder. You flush as you start to daydream. Perhaps both of these women will end up going home with him this afternoon and following his orders. They both look like they'd be happy. She was so tight, but so wet he could still fuck her with his fingers without any problems.April was in heaven, loving the attention Rob was lavishing on her sex. Her last boyfriend was squeamish about eating her out, insisting every time that she be freshly scrubbed. If he smelt even a hint of any feminine odor, he would refuse to get close to it. Rob never shied away once, seemingly loving the musky odor of a hot, wet pussy. When he started licking her clit, April felt her second orgasm.