I tried to think of something else, but my kang kang already wanted him!Our conversation when I ordered a soft drink was sexually charged: just a mean... of getting me further aroused I suppose. He asked me whether I was satisfied with a "soft" drink, or whether I wanted something "harder". And when I said I might try something a bit harder, especially if it was a "long" drink, later in the afternoon, I saw him whisper to his co-worker behind the bar. I knew instinctively what was coming and went. "He never gave us our hundred dollars! The dirty old man!" Who cares?" Pam said. "We both got a good fuck out of him. I'm just glad he didn't have a heart attack while he was doing us. We'd have had a lot of explaining to do then." Those college guys over there are looking at us," Cissy said.Pam looked up. Three guys on the other side of the fountain were ogling her and Cissy. She lifted her feet out of the water, straightened her legs, toes pointed, and began paddling the surface of the water. I have another glass of wine and get ready for bed with a comfortable warm feeling and am finally able to unkink some of that tension and decide to pleasure myself with these new vibrating beads … I put my vibrator in my pussy and the beads in my ass and move them both until I come. Enough tension let go so I can sleep … I take out the toy but decide to fall asleep with the beads in my ass while I wear my red lace panties so they don’t come out … Keeping the beads in makes me have some sordid. I quickly inspected my hand, no damage done, so I logged the spillage and went back to cleaning up.As I clocked out and collected my coat, I noticed a slight stinging pain on my hand. Looking down, I saw a small paper cut on my thumb. I must have caught it filling out the spillage form. I thought nothing more of it, and headed home.Home was a three-bedroom town house on the edge of the city centre, in one of the older neighbourhoods. It was perfect for me; the rent was cheap, plus it was only.