Finallyshe had enough and left the party. She sent Barbara a text to let herknow where she'd gone, then walked home alone.The way home took her past t...e Nite Spot, a popular nightclub owned bygangster Rocco Bruchetti. There was a long line of people waiting to getinto the club's special Halloween party, but what Tiffany noticed was asign in the window. "Waitress wanted."Something clicked in Tiffany's mind. A waitress in the club could getinside information on Bruchetti's criminal activities. It. . kissing your exposed skin at your collarbone as each button came free. Finally, as I undid the button at your navel, and turned your body slightly to unclasp your bra and ease it up out of my way, I paused, a hand massaging one of your nipples, gently, and looked into your eyes. "I want to fuck you," I murmured. "Oh, say that again... it excites me," you sighed. My hand felt your nipple harden, and your eyes glazed over with unashamed lust. "I want to fuck you," I repeated. "Ohhhhh, again.". “Well,” I whispered, “if you can give me about twenty minutes, then come to my motel unit – it’s number 22-- then I’ll give you a quick look at what I’ve got with me.”“Sounds good to me,” he replied. “Okay, see you in about twenty minutes.”I stood up, and with a quick wave, left the restaurant and headed back to my motel unit.It was nicely appointed suite – I always booked the executive rooms, since they are well furnished with comfortable armchairs, as well as a dining table and nice chairs.. Yes, dear, you’re going to be one busy motherfucker,” Mom told me as I slid into her snatch for a good, hard, incest fuck in the girls’ locker room of Fremont High.“It definitely feels different to have my own mother call me ‘Lord,’ but I suppose that I can get used to it. After all, I’m fucking my own mother now and I’m certainly getting used to that! You know, Amanda Smythe, you weren’t a bad-looking woman, anyway, but you’re now very sexy indeed,” I noted, admiring Mom’s new, adolescent body.