She also suggested that the younger waitresses be replaced with more mature and discreet women. I totally agreed.As it turned out I was forty-four and...Jeneffer was thirty-six. Her husband was four years older than she was and she had three children too, but no grandchildren yet.The next day I walked into work, packed up my personal items, and quit. As I walked out in my micro miniskirt and see through blouse I made sure to say goodbye to everyone. I kissed the men and I kissed the women, I held. Encouraged by this I started licking all around the bottom of her cunt; I couldn't reach the top, since the dildo was covering that. I felt her arms go down to the bed and instinctively knew she was clutching sheet. Within seconds I could hear her breathing increase. I discovered that at a certain angle I could close my mouth over dildo and the flesh of her cunt and suck. When I did so, she would slowly raise her buttocks as if I was actually sucking her up into my mouth. When I would release,. "What if you'd lived and Girl was killed?" I'd not considered that possibly until this moment. "How bout you dying and Girl living?"Cully, don't leave me here." Why did I keep pondering her words from that wedding night? "Christ, I pray it's not a harbinger." "Me too." & then answered myself: "Because it's germane to what happened and what almost happened. You've got to grow the fuck up, Cully. And now, with the arrival of this man, this Tommy, now would be a great time to start that. While cruising for porn I came across a picture, and I stared at it in shock for some minutes. It was clearly that same location. It was clearly the same woman. Now there were several men in the picture, their faces hidden from view. They had her chained and spread out wide. Cum was on her face. Whip marks, some bleeding, covered her body. She was in plain misery. And it was a photograph!I could only stare at it. There was no other picture like it on the site, and it was some Ukrainian server.