"That's personal, Gus," she said, a flare of temper showing."I thought we were personal. Was I mistaken?" Drop it, Gus. I don't want to talk about it,... she said, lowering her head to gaze into her coffee mug."Okay, it's dropped. Now, what about his proposal?" It's good, Gus. He can do the job at slightly less than our current guy. Rocco will be on the job every day, so we don't have to worry about supervision. He'll let me know if there are any problems I need to get involved with." Okay .... Debbie smiled. "I think we should get a discount or something. " she said. "I'm sorry about the mix up. What can I do to make your order better?" I said."Mmmm....that a good question. We did ask for extra sausage." said Roxanne. "Yeah! We hate to take our business some where else. It's your job to make the customer happy." said Debbie. She spun around in her bar stool. Then Rozanne spun in her bar stool. They put there big heels out, beside my legs. They were both touching each other heels. I. Oh, you’re going to make me come.”Beginning to lose control, Glen sucked his thumb and centered it over her clit, rubbing the bud beneath its protective hood and pressing it against his thrusting shaft. The concentration required helped him to slow down and distracted him from the building itch in the tip of his cock.She reached down and pulled his hand a little higher, just above her hood. She pushed down harder on his thumb, and he could feel the shaft of her clit. Taking the hint, he rubbed. "How about right now?" she asked him, enjoying the admiring looks he was giving her. She had never cared about what any man thought of her beauty before, but now she wanted to please him."Now is good," he told her, quickly shedding his clothing. When at last he had removed the last of his clothing, Diana looked at him closely for the first time, openly admiring his muscular body. She had seen many naked men in their competitions, especially in ancient Greece, but Jeff's body was the first that.