" Thank you," she said softly.I went back to tending bar for the next half hour before Maury and my extra barmaids showed up. Connie led me over to a ...able. I'll admit, I was admiring the way she filled out her jeans and her tribal tramp stamp, another new addition.She scanned the place and a gentle smile formed on her face. It was a face I would've once killed to wake up to. Now, killed sounded pretty good."How's the singing career going?" She said, ignoring my obvious glare."Hanging by a. .. or ex-girlfriend would be more accurate. Even if he hadn't seen her get fucked he would have known, he thought. Just from the way she walked, as if she still had cocks up in her cunt and her asshole. What a slut. Thank God he found out in time.Cathy felt the slimy wetness on her thighs as gism leaked from her tender vagina and her equally tender rectum. And then she knew what she had to do. She had to give herself to Miro. Then, if she was pregnant, she would say the baby was his even though. “Yeah, um pick up a piz…” he stopped talking. I popped the front clasp on my bra and my tits exploded out, my nipples were hard and I had goose bumps. I watched the expression on my father’s face. Without moving my eyes off his, I dropped my jeans. Standing there in nothing but my blue panties I walked the few steps to him and pushing his les open I knelt down in front of my father. “I’m a man” he coarsely whispered. “I’m counting on it” I smiled. “No I said bacon, pepperoni and bacon” he. Denise hated the fact that she spent so much time trying to find fault with Mademoiselle Manceaux, some chink in the ‘charmor’ that would enable her to legitimately despise the bitch. Maybe she abused small animals or kicked homeless people as they slept on the street. One could only hope. Shaking herself from the vortex of her thoughts, Denise returned her attention to the day’s schedule. Few people wanted to look at real estate during the morning hours on weekdays, so Denise used the time at.