There was a small fountain in the garden that pumped the water and made an arc before it came down on the rocks below. "I see Kim, even in a restauran... you are thinking and viewing some kind of a natural fountain, LOL", Sabrina said.They ordered drinks, large glasses with green coloured vegetable juice, over ice and a touch of lime and a shot of tequila in it. It was served on the table with a small dish of homemade Tabasco and tomato juice "just add a bit to spice up the drink" they had said.. The sound of heavy foot steps coming near alerted Amber. They walked right past her door. The past week weighed heavy on her mind. Her self-employment was a curse and a blessing. Since puberty, she had been overly-sexual and often masturbated several times a day before finding better ways to satiate herself.The lack of sex left Amber with headaches and restlessness. She loved fucking, but she hated the fact that the only way she could earn a decent living is to sell her body to desperate, horny. I had been to Joyce's house a few times and I knew the lay out fairly well. I knew that the guest bathroom was at the other end of the hall from Tamara's bedroom and this gave me an idea. I postponed my resignation and began to plan. It wasn't much of a plan but it was simple. I would slip a roofie into Tamara's drink and wait for her to retire to her bedroom. Once she was out cold, I would pretend to use the guest bathroom and hopefully have a few minutes alone with her. There would be enough. Very gently he moved his mouth down her neck, careful not to let his lips or tongue stray from her skin, till he reached the soft fabric that lay between them. Rising from the torturous task only long enough to see the look of passion as it filled face. He then covered one nipple with his warm mouth bared only by the sweet satin. The feeling was almost earth shaking to her. When his had cupped her sweet round flesh to free it from its confines, he heard the soft intake of her breath. Once more.