Earlier Sasha was near full of rage, then switched to a timid mouse that barely spoke, now she was a confident lioness that stood proudly in front of ...im, sleek and brimming with sexiness. Sasha strutted over to where Spencer sat amazed at the goddess transformed."I want to apologize for earlier," she said warmly, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. It was my fault I'm here in the first place and I knew you were just helping me out."It was Spencer's turn to be dumbfounded. Just hearing. For several minutes I practiced my cock sucking abilities. Making sure not to use any teeth, just my mouth, lips, and plenty of tongue. Taking it as deep as I could, all the way to the back of my throat. Making me gag and choke as I bobbed my head over the cock while it dangled from the mirror.My boy pussy was beginning to ache for something hard, reaching back for my six-inch vibrating cock and a bottle of lube. Thirstily soaking it in lubricant before switching it on and searching for my. Then she had six benches install outside, three on wall that could hold at least twelve more people. Michelle had hired three short order cooks, one fryer and two trainees for the kitchen. In addition, she had hired a hostess and eight waitresses. Michelle decided to start working four waitresses per night and adjust when necessary. She decided to just start serving dinner only. She would open at twelve o’clock noon and beginning serving at three o’clock until ten that night. Michelle opened. ’ Odd, isn’t it, how some sentences carry more meaning than perhaps the mere words express. Her words made me feel that there was the possibility of something more than a mere night of delicious sex. It was as if she read my mind. ‘We might be good together – better perhaps than we know?’ I sensed the question in her words. ‘How can we know unless we try?’ I asked. ‘That is precisely what I was thinking.’ Her hand did not move, she just held me there as she had before and I wondered if this was.