That leaves me short a busboy. I’m officially moving you over to cook trainee.”“Oh,” Dan said. He wondered if that would come with another rai...e. Raising an eyebrow, he asked, “Are you sure you want to do that?”“We’re still trying to hire another cook to replace Tim,” Rob said with a sigh. The turn over in a restaurant like that could be pretty high.“He’s been gone for more than a week,” Dan said wondering why they hadn’t replaced Tim already.“It takes time to hire people. Most folks don’t want. She protested and stated that she already had a belly full of hot cum. She said that she had kept her mouth open the whole time and some guys aimed for her mouth and swallowed what she got. She said she had already swallowed plenty. But her husband insisted and so she took a small sip and gave him one of the dirtiest looks I have ever seen. He stopped the camera and told her it was ok to set it down.The husband looked at his wife and sarcastically said to her what a waste of some nice man. It tasted like honey, like love, tasted like all the dreams that had ever raced around inside his head. Drawing the resilient nub into his teeth, he chewed delicately upon it, then sucked it hungrily. His mom didn't move, deep in her alcohol-ridden sleep, so he opened his mouth as wide as he could, and tried to take the entire sweet tit into it.His hands strayed down, sliding tenderly over her rib cage, down to the satiny planes of her stomach, and parted to caress the padded shapings of her. "My name is Tristan." Well hello, Tristan. It looks as though we will be working together."There was a scraping of chairs. The back of the class had started to stand. An officer had entered the room. Tristan and Dionysia stood as he walked to the front, stepped up to a podium, and faced them. He made a signal with his hand for them all to be seated. There followed a rustling and more scraping of chairs as the class sat down. The instructor, an old, balding man, gazed at them all with piercing.