All I could do was look up and say, "What the fuck did I do to deserve this?" Needless to say, there was no apparent answer. Shaking my head in dismay... I started walking towards the back door of the restaurant, wiping gelid globs of salsa off as I went.Just before I reached the door, I plowed hard into a grey barrier that had not been there a second ago. "Oh for fucks sake, what is this shit?" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Blood from my nose was joining the salsa adorning my uniform as I. And then there were them nice titties bouncing for me to play with while my pecker was having such a good time. Something damn interesting that Billy didn’t have. Guess I liked women too or maybe better.After a bit, Rosie shook and moaned and then said, “That’s really good, getting me off the first time. Your cock is a nice fit in me so let’s if we can’t make it feel even better too.” She sure did, and I squirted and squirted my juice more than I ever could with Billy or my fist.She made Billy. Today it would get what it wanted, six low level Gomorrah patrons had already paid in advance to be the first to try the new piggy.Its ass now stretched and self lubricating and its lips fat and wet with drool as it moaned and groaned its pleas for cock, for cum, for pleasure none of us were allowed to give it. I am sorry for 89 and what it is now. Number 89. Its name forbidden not a person but a thing. In the day they get placed into special booths and the less wealthy patrons of Club Gomorrah. Heavy bags would make steering difficult. With those restrictions in mind there were some hard choices to be made.Since bacon was a staple in her kitchen, there was nothing going to replace it in the bag. Then she remembered that she was out of jelly. Chemical iced tea mix would have been high on the list, had her brand been available from that particular grocery store. Bagels and Dinner rolls made it into the bag. Even though she kept telling herself she could return later she picked up a few.