He wasn't paying attention to his food like he usually did, and she suspected why. It was that damn waitress showing herself off like a common whore. ...he could see her son squirming in his chair, even reaching under the table to stealthily rearrange himself.Helen Palmer was still very attractive and well preserved, not turned to fat like so many middle-aged women, though a trifle plump. She had always been chesty, but her tits didn't hang down to her belly button; they were still firm and. The high heels made sure of the that and when I did fall forward, his phallus dug in even deeper. It was becoming ever swampier in there. The ceiling fan was a long forgotten breeze now that I was buried beneath a hot and rutting bull. Any thought of escaping brought another punishing hand slap against my ass. I was staring into the tweed of the sofa cushion and bit into it for stability agains the raging gail behind me. Nevertheless, I cried out, in manly chest voice at first, but as I relaxed. A woman was bent over arranging the display case and her tight skirt was riding up exposing a hint of black slip and lots of nylon covered thigh. She was wearing three-inch heels on very sexy sandals. I stood for a moment just enjoying the view. She must have sensed my presence and straightened up and turned around. My God what a beauty. Blond and beautiful, gorgeous tits, about 5 feet 8 inches and slim, about 30. I was mesmerized. "Can I help you?" I was momentarily speechless. I pointed to my. It was the same thing: tacos, rice and beans. I was feeling a bit hungry by now so I ate it. She wasn't lying; it was some good tasting tacos. The rice could have had something added to it but who am I to complain at least they are feeding me and not letting me starve. I sat in my cell until just after midnight when I finally fell asleep again. I woke up early the next day and looked around and there was only one guard today. “Excuse me! Is the chief’s daughter going to come in today?” “Si,".