‘Jack? I’m so sorry, but I’m going to be a little late.’ I said reluctantly. ‘You’re already a lot late, Samantha. Hurry your ass here, no.... We have a lot of customers coming in and we’re short on staff, You aren’t here, and Frankie called off.’ Jack stated, a tone of anger in his voice. He’s my manager, and for the most part he’s an alright guy, except when he gets mad. None of us employees like him all too much then. But he’s usually easy to get away from, considering I work at a restaurant. My not as curvy ass tended to be a little on the boney side but that was a genetic thing with us Sullivan girls no matter how much sweet stuff I packed into my mouth. I had even considered buying one of those curved things skinny girls stick under their panties to make the boys think their backsides are plump and ready for humping.Danny was squatting down cross-legged between the two of us on the blanket and I saw that he was sporting a huge erection just from looking at my BFF Trish's pretty. Whenever you can, you glance at her beautiful body. Right now, she is lying on her chair, her curly blond hair loose and her eyes hidden behind her sunglasses. She wears a black bikini, of the most sexy kind that doesn't leave much to the imagination."Hey, jackass!" That means you. You cringe and curse softly as you turn around. You walk up to her chair, wondering what she'll be complaining about this time..."Yes ma'm?" She turns her head towards you and remain silent for a moment."You like. “That’s one fine arse,” a coarse voice said.There were other hands, reaching round from behind, unbuttoning her blouse before groping her, squeezing her breasts through her bra. “Great tits too,” another voice said. The man in front of her had his hand on her head, making sure she was in the right position for him to move the big lump of sausage meat in her mouth. Her skirt was being pulled up; there was no fondling before her knickers were pulled to one side. There were fingers, doing exactly.