We all had things to do the rest of the day. So unfortunately we didn't have any time to play.I saw my friends out. I was just about to call the pool ...an when the employment agency called back and asked if they could send someone over.I thought that was an awfully quick result and it probably didn't bode well. I had the impression that if she came up with a name that quickly then not a lot of thought had gone into it. Like maybe she just picked someone at random.But the agent, the woman I spoke. As I nuzzled one luscious boob Megan put her hand on the back of my head and pushed me harder against her. After a while, she pushed me away from her, and rolled over on her back. I moved over her, my face between her breasts, my mouth and tongue alternating between each one.After I had licked and sucked each nipple for a while, Megan pulled my arms, indicating that she wanted me to slide up, so our faces were together. As my body moved up, I felt my knob first push against her pussy, and then. He took his cock out and reached into the drawer and grabbed the whip. As he pumped harder and harder, he would hit her with the whip. Her arms soon were full of red lines, and bruises. Her screams began to fade, her body was starting to shut down. He hit her one more time, this time with much force causing her to stay awake, and causing her to suffer. He enjoyed her screams, he thought she loved him–but he was wrong. She stabbed him right in the face, and he hated her for that. He loved her. Compliments were always appreciated.A good customer recognized when a server was extremely busy, and would wait patiently for service, at least to a point. It was a balancing act, and people made errors. Over-reacting to poor service wasn’t appropriate. Applying a standard of service above that expected for an establishment, wasn’t fair to the employees. A diner would never provide the kind of service one might find in a five star restaurant.After reading over the article, Dexter posted it on.