Samantha, or Sam, as she preferred to be called, had some experience as a waitress at a downtown lunchroom. She had visited the bar a few times before... and she was dying to show what she was capable of. Motivation is a beautiful thing. I foisted the task of showing her the ropes upon myself, this time for fully legitimate reasons: I knew the weekend crowds could be awful to deal with, especially when the smell of new blood was in the air.I figured Sam deserved an easy start, so I scheduled her. Getting back to my friend I suggested he be my uncle for a night and he laughed saying it might be better than my daddy.We talked out a plan where he would buy us drink and wait until we were smashed, before fucking us, and with everything in place I called Halley and we were going for the Friday night.During the train journey up to the city I kept looking at Halley and found myself in a high state of sexual excitement, trying to visualise her naked and being fucked, something she had no idea. Splints would have to wait until I could get splints. I then strapped my ankle, which didn't make it quit hurting but did allow me to walk without as much pain. I finished giving us first aid and Bennie was still unconscious. I lay down next to him and did something I hadn't done almost since the Day. I cried. I was alone with my unconscious husband and frustrated.I woke up a little later feeling better mentally and over my tantrum. As I levered my body up, I heard a groan from Bennie as he. ”Moving over, I wanted to reach out and grab her as she laid there, but instead I sat down on the bed next to her. Ashley’s bedroom was rather small, but as I looked around, she had a window that faced the street, and her room was decorated nicely. Her bed, I figured must have been a twin, with a dresser and a matching nightstand that had a lamp. Continuing to look around some more, she had a couple posters on the walls, and a shelf with a few items on it. Eventually, I nervously stood up and.