The secret to getting good tips is not so much great service as it is great personality. Joke with them, laugh with them, and they’ll tip big almost...every time. Table thirty was a four top, and Vanessa our hostess had just seated a foursome of cute little snow bunnies. I went over to introduce myself. “I’m Stacy, I’ll be your server today, can I start you with some juice?” They were in their early twenties, I reckoned. Each dressed in pink snow gear, stretch pants and cute sweaters. “Hi,. As he walked in he knew he had picked well, heading straight to the bar, sitting on the bar stool, he ordered a drink, and started to look at the menu.As the brunette closed down her laptop, a guy in an expensive fitted suit walked in smiling to himself. There was something about him she couldn’t place as she followed him, with her eyes all the way to the bar. Sitting down with his back to her now her brain saying to her...who is he? Why does he look familiar to me?....sucking up the last of. I lubricate my two thick fingers and slide them more forcibly back into your asshole. Your moans become louder as you struggle to accommodate the size of my fingers. I pat your asscheek, with my other hand and tell you to relax for me. That's when you realize I mean business. You wiggle your sexy little ass and resign yourself that I'm going to have my way. I can feel you pushing up toward my fingers, trying to will your backdoor open for me.Your ass is slowly opening nicely for me now, almost. Finally, I took my opportunity. “Can I steal Marge away for a few moments?”Marge was puzzled, then worried. She led me into the back where she had her office that obviously shared function for both the bookstore and her few realty listings.“Did something happen?” After closing the door and we both sat, her behind her desk and me in a visitor chair in front, she nervously blurted it out. “Did something happen in the house to you, too? You aren’t wanting to back out of it, are you?”I.