” They pressed their bodies to him as they hugged. He could feel them pressing their pussies against his legs. Was he imagining this? He fought the ...rge to hold them to him. He broke the connection by setting down. They let go and Beck turned and said, “Don’t forget to kiss goodnight.” A ritual he had done with both, for a long time.Tom sat in his chair as the girls walked up the stairs. Wiggling their cute little asses as they walked. Maybe on purpose? Tom realized he had the biggest hard on. It’s what they depend on, and the bus boys and dishwashers are part of it. So poor service doesn’t mean leaving zero even through you may feel they don’t deserve anything. There are others to consider.”“In a diner or the like, 15% is enough and if you see someone in your parry is stiffing the server, either prod them into leaving a tip, or add more of your own money to it.”As Stephie was sharing this information with me, I had an opportunity to see behind the scenes as a busboy racked plates of. I and my family are staying in a 2 bedroom house in Mysore. One room is left for me and another room is used by my parents. I used to study in my room and no one was coming to my room and I lot of privacy in my room.One day our neighbor aunty Suma came to our home to meet my mom. And they are talking about my academics. And I was good in academics. Then Suma aunty told to my mom that her daughter failed in second PUC mathematics. And she asked me to teach her mathematics. Then I agreed to teach. He was still belted into the chair. Sam had his head tilted back, a plastic trash bag covering his cast at the shoulders. She had a couple of old blankets on the floor. She had just finished shampooing his hair and was trying to clean it up using a washcloth. She wet the cloth, got up as much suds as she could, rinsed off and repeated. It was going to take forever.I had a coffee cup in my room from this morning. I took it in to Sam and picked up the bucket. I was able to hold the bucket under.