The husband just stood silently with an ear-to-ear grin. I could only imagine what was running through his mind about the wild fun they were going to ...ave that night. I started to smile a little too. The couple headed towards the door. Twyla watched them go with a pleasant smile, satisfied with her sale. I had a shit-eating grin on my face as they exited. “Now listen…” turning back to face Twyla, her finger now pointing straight at my nose. “You’re not going last around here if you’re gonna run. After working together for four months he was relocated to a new store about an hour away in the town he lived in. He used to call me a few times a week to tell me he missed my hooters. Then, fate turned in our favor. I was transferred down to that same store because they couldn't find anyone to fill the CSR position. My and my still-then boyfriend relocated because the town was smaller and the rent was cheaper. It was great just him and I. We would flirt, accidentally "brush" up against each. He threw it open, allowing the noise of the city traffic to fill the room. She placed her hands on the windowsill, looking dreamily out at the passerby below. She vaguely remembered hearing the sound of his zipper, and the rustle of him tearing his clothes off. She shuddered with pleasure as he wrapped his arms around her to tease her breasts, and like a lamb, parted her legs wide at his urging. He stepped between her legs, guiding his cock to her wetness. He tantalized her, letting the crown. Janey asked where she got it and Lucy explained that her mom owned a whole collection of them. Turns out her mom's something of a sex freak. When I asked if she was worried about her mom objecting, she said her mom had so many that as long as she didn't take her mom's favorites, her mom never noticed.I asked if she had another I could use so we could turn Janey into our fuck toy. Janey didn't object. I believe the term is submissive. She does what I say, when I say, and seems to get off on.