Every morning, as I pulled into the lane to place my order, I would put a handkerchief over my hard-on. It never bothered me if a lady saw my dick whi...e I was driving. In fact, it was a real turn on. But in the fast food place, I didn't want anyone to think I was a pervert. The young woman who took and filled my order each morning never said anything to me about the white cloth in my lap until one day when I dropped the cash I was about to give her. The handkerchief slipped off my lap onto the. "Dad!" the girl called towards the back.Mr. Winter, the camp owner came out from the back of the store."Sorry mister, no vacancies," he said straight away."Dad!" his daughter said, "he has a reservation, he's pre-booked... and paid"Mr. Winter scrutinized the paper and scratched his head."We don't usually have motorbikes at the camp," he said, "you'll have to leave it outside." Where does it say that on the contract?" It doesn't... but."So they argued back and forth and eventually Mr. Winter. I slid two fingers inside of her. I did the ‘come hither’ finger pull and felt myself through her on the tip of my nose. She shouted, “I don’t wanna wake up Sam!”“I’m up, you noisy psycho! Learn about irony!” Sam yelled. Max turned red holding her breath. Sam called again, less aggravated. “It’s OK, Max. I love you.”“I love you, Sam! I love you, Alex!”“Aww...” Alex simpered as Max’s moans spiked.“I love you, Gene!” She beamed. It was the happiest she had ever looked. I had a job to do, but I. It sounds painful.” “Yes, I’m sure it can be painful, although it does depend on what size cage Lorie picked up; I’m not sure they make cages that tiny, so your little friend there might not feel any pain at all.” “Hey!” I started to insist that he take that back, but the suddenly irritated, angry look on his face stopped me. Then Lorie sauntered back in carrying a small, unmarked paper bag in her hand. She looked at both of us and could apparently sense the tension in the room. “All right,.