He lowered his eyes to see rusting piped guardrail with a sign hung between the bars the read Witch’s Brew. He texted back ‘Found it, what was the...drink I had to order again?’.‘It is called Witch’s slow screw. Enjoy people watching. ‘her replied text with an evil grim emoji. Now why did she send that he wondered as he walked around the guardrail. He saw set of stairs heading down to darkened glass door. When he got to bottom of the stair case he saw that the glass boor was decorated to look. She asked what I did when it rained; I explained about my tarp. She also asked about my showers, a polite way to inquire about my cleanliness I presumed. I explained I'd spent considerable time in the diner's washroom before opening. I also told her I thought I would put myself through the dishwashing machine after she went home – a remark that earned me a playful punch in the arm.Just before Pat turned to go home for the night, she gave me a serious kiss on the lips – a kiss more significant. “I looked inside her.” “And then?” “He told me to suck his cock to make it nice and slippery for her. I did it. I could taste her ass mixed with him. Then, I watched as he started to fuck her again. He took his time, using her body to gratify himself, a slave to no person but himself. When he finally withdrew from her, I felt something splash me. At first I thought it was his cum or maybe even that she had ejaculated on me. It didn’t matter which. I opened my mouth, keen to degrade myself. "Are you awake?" Sure. Just reading." Come over here for a sec."He got up and padded, barefoot, to the partition and looked around. Sheand Andrea were lying together on her bed, wearing only their bras."Hey," he smiled, "What's up?" Wanna join us?" Jennifer asked."Huh?" he said, surprised, "Join you?" Yeah, sure! It'd be fun," she replied. Andrea nodded in agreement."Really?" Yes really. Come on! Strip down and sit over here!" She sat up andpatting the bed next to her.Jesse paused. "Well....