This being quite a slow night they were not 100% focused on there jobs letting people wait some extra time for the drinks because they didn't feel the...need to rush things. After serving a man his martini Sandra was a bout to turn away when she heard some kind of talking inside her head that she did not recogniseDELAYING DRINKS ON PURPOSE? YOU NEED TO LEARN THAT THE CUSTOMER IS ALWAYS RIGHTLooking down Sandra saw that her pants were riding up her legs turning into a black and white micro-skirt.. 'Take your penis out John', I said it slowly, firmly and warmly, stoking the back of his thigh, under his shorts, my wetness tracing a line, these warm secretions, generated withing my vaginal canal, now smearing such a young boy leg, 'Do you love your aunty?' He nodded as the last vestiges of innocence dissipated with his clothing and I pulled him on top of me, reached down and shamelessly eased him inside, convincing myself he needed to learn, he was smallish but I could feel him inside me,. "Oohhhhhh, God, yessss," Janet hissed.Her pretty face was twisting into a lusty grimace. Bobby watched her flush with arousal as his stiff cock penetrated deeper and deeper into her smoking little fuck hole. Then his eyes dropped to her luscious big tits, and he saw that they were swollen taut with lust, the nipples rigid and engorged. Looking. Still lower, he watched his rigid cock gliding upward into her juice-slick twat. As it went into her, it forced out her cream, and the pearly liquid. .. but please fuck me!" she begged, reaching down with one hand between her slightly spread, smooth thighs to sink an extended finger into the wet, hair-lined crevice of her pinkly flushed cunt and obscenely stroke the wetly glistening inner flesh around the tiny bud of her excitedly erect clitoris.The unexpected lewd act caused Mark's hardening, thick cock to give a wild lurch inside his shorts, while his brain reeled in a mixture of mounting lust, self-blame, and a fierce urge to punish both.