With his streaming blood blinding his left eye, Baltoh staggered back and snarled in pain. Amon lunged at the opportunity, swinging his sword from the...side and cutting Baltoh’s stomach open and leaving his entrails dangling. With a demonic roar of anger, Baltoh raised his sword high above his head and struck Amon’s left shoulder with a cleaving angle. Pulling down on the sword, Baltoh carved through the Demon’s flesh with the serrations and gut hook, ripping him open like a chainsaw. Amon’s. She was wearing a tight skirt and her plump hips and big tits caused a stir in his trousers.After a little wink, he asked where her furnace was located and she directed him to the basement. Cindy's face turned crimson at the attention he was giving her body.Cindy went into the bedroom while the young black man worked on their furnace. She could feel her face burning from the earlier encounter and smiled to herself. She decided to change her clothes from what she had worn to school.Slipping off. As it was, waitress’ hours were getting trimmed all the time. Of course, it wasn’t the number of shifts a waitress was scheduled for that counted, but if they worked the good shifts—when the tipping was better.The Sunday night shift was not a preferred time to work. It was never very busy then. There were a few regulars on Sunday night. They were mostly old folks with nothing better to do than to treat themselves to a weekly meal at the diner. They would sit in a booth forever trying to make up. I took control of the man's cock while he steadied me with his hands around my waist. Lowering myself further I felt the dome nudge my body. Then, another inch or two lower and I felt him penetrate me."Oh my God," I gasped, "we're going to fuck." Some of the men laughed at that, a ribald burst of amusement that sounded loud in the remote setting of that car park. It might have been an obvious, maybe even a silly thing, to say, but it was just so unbelievable to me; I didn't ever think I could.