As the pain subsided, megan realized what had just happened. Her brother, instead of freeing her, had dragged her by her hair. Her hair! Which was out...of bounds even for girls. She knew 18th century women were often dragged by their hair, but her. President of Women's Society? She wanted to drown in her cum drenched tears.John used this time to note how sexy her ass was. Forever encased in loose skirts, they now stuck out in full glory at his feet. He did the logical thing, landing five kicks. I was careful on the passenger side but then moved around to the driver side and went right up to the door. I was almost startled when I realized there was a young woman sitting in the driver seat looking at me. I paid her no mind and continued picking up garbage as the truck engine started and they backed out of the space. I looped around the lot, still picking up garbage as I went, and when I was facing back in the direction I came from, I saw that the pickup with the girls in it didn't leave. She might have been there all night, but she looked perfect. She was in one of her dark business pinstriped suits. She looked like she was getting ready to go to work, but it was Sunday morning."I don't understand the question?" I lied.This only infuriated her more."Then you sit down and listen," she said.I pulled out a chair and sat down at the table. I felt like a small boy being called to the principal's office."I will not be humiliated and have your cheating thrown in my face," she. The owner let it slide for a long time, because he was fucking me on a regular basis, but the other girls were starting to complain. The owner also found out that I had been avoiding paying out my share of tips and fees to the bartenders, deejays and bouncers. It didn’t set well with him when he found out that I was also blowing many of the male staff members in return for their share of my take. It seemed fair and the other girls could have done the same thing, but apparently they lacked the.