Once again he found himself with the same cute waitress as before."Marnie," she said, reaching out to shake his hand. "What brings you around here? Yo... staying in one of the rooms or something?" Yeah, for a couple nights," Anthony replied."Business or pleasure?" she asked."What?" You here in town for business or pleasure?" she repeated."Oh... little bit of both," Anthony said. It sure has been pleasurable so far."That's great," she said. "You going to do any sight seeing?" Nah, I'll probably. She held it gently, rubbing up and down. She looked at my face and grinned.“Will you lose control of the car if I unzip you and play more directly?”“No. but people will see what you’re doing.”“I don’t care.”I thought for a moment. “Okay, then, little slave girl, lift your shirt over your tits while you play. You must keep it high before you unzip me until after I’m safely zipped.” I grinned. I didn’t care but now the stakes were more even about body parts showing.That slowed her. I didn’t say. Case in point. It was Sunday afternoon and I was already mentally exhausted. I’d started the joint advanced training by treating them like twins – wearing exactly the same things and doing exactly the same things, apart from the whoring, of course.I’d found however, through trial and error, that this approach wasn’t always the best way and I’d begun to make subtle adjustments. I liked to make Cherry wear sheer stockings with suspenders sometimes and I had her in those, heels and her collar -. Anita started P-school two weeks later, eight days after her mom's funeral. At the same time, I was assigned to a three-month rotation at one of the other hospitals in the residency program. I'd be working rotating shifts.What with paramedic classes, studying for paramedic classes, and working the late shift on the detox van to earn a living, Anita hardly had a moment to herself, let alone find the time or energy to carry on a relationship with anybody. I didn't see her again until nearly a.