A couple days later I brought back my 40 plus something History professor Carol and fucked the shit out of her in my room. Afaf came home, like clockw...rk, at 8 and heard the majority of the fucking. Carol, a submissive white slut, who had been my slave since freshman year, was very animated during sex. She called out things like "Yes mistress, fuck me harder. Make me cum. Oh yes, I am your slave," etc, etc, etc. Anyways, after I was done with her, I told Carol to go get me a glass of wine from. "I don't wear it here at work. It interferes with getting good tips! If the customers think I'm single, they tend to tip more." Oh, I see. Well, it's kind of stupid for a man to base his tips on the marital status of the waitress, don't you think? I know I tip pretty good all of the time." Smirking suggested.Susan grinned, "Absolutely! Married or single, the tip should be the same."She had to run to deal with another of her tables. The next time she came back she brought Smirking's lunch. "Here. She poured both of us a cup of coffee, and we returned to the living room where she sat down on the big couch, patting the cushion beside her for me to join her. She seemed a little nervous as we chatted for a minute, but then she turned on the couch to face me and took a deep breath."Thank you for coming to see me, Fritz. I need to talk with someone, and I know of no one I could trust more than you to be honest with, to be honest with me, to talk about a problem maybe I am having."I smiled. "I'm DEFINITELY not a DD. I guess it's good they don't fit me, don't want anyone thinking that they're mine." She wondered about the tags, but she didn't think it was worth it to search them too much. She closed the drawers with a frown.Suddenly, a high pitched voice played across the room. "Actually, about that..." She guessed that there must have been hidden speakers, as she had no idea where the voice came from. "Miss Olivia, you're here for rehabilitation. You very well may end up fitting.