John was still asleep, but even so he did have a cock. And any man with a cock would want her, Tina Carlson, to suck it. If the last week had proven a...ything, it was that.If her entire life had proven anything, the cute girl decided, it was that.Or so her thought process went as she fumbled with John’s zipper. He continued snoring soundly as these perverted ideas went through her stoned mind, telling her that this was good, that it was what she was supposed to do. Maybe they weren’t even her. Her shorts fell to the floor. When she stepped out of them, I slid my hand down the front of her white lace panties and began to massage the wetness between her legs. She began to moan with excitement as I fingered at her swollen clit. All at once, she wheeled around and grabbed my arms and dragged me over to the bed, throwing down on my back. My cock was standing straight . She crawled on top of me and pushed me into her wet pussy. She had the tightest pussy I had ever felt. It was like the. That work here is simpler and less taxing than in any restaurant--comparable or otherwise. No prep other than setting tables. No work in(or entry to) the kitchen--the only connection between the areas is bydumb waiters. No end of shift clean-up. No balancing heavy trays(evenings in particular, the Sissies are clothed and shod soimpractically for the work, that little service carts are a necessity).No counting cash or swiping cards. Charges are totaled in the kitchenso a Sissy only needs. A minuet later he returned with hisbag, placing it on the bed and pulling some toys out. ?Lets see? We have: adildo, a vibrator, some shackles and handcuffs, a ball gag and some other funthings. I don?t think you?d want my cock just yet.? He pulled out the vibratorand placed it near her clit. ?Please oh please, I?m begging you don?t do this, I?m notready for this, please!!? She bucked her hips up and started to cry. ?Shhh. Relax baby? That?s a good girl.? He said as shestopped struggling..