I yearn for it to go back to normal, to be able to look at him without feeling a disgusting tug in my stomach. My sobs echoed in the dark, empty room....It seemed like years before the tears were finally gone from my aching eyes. I thought that if I got up and heated some tea I might be able to sleep this night out unlike the others. Not that I’d be of much help. But neither would be staying there as there was no way I could have gone to sleep. So I flung back the blankets and threw my feet over. "Well her tits did have some part to play, but actually I just saw the door to the servers break room open up and caught a glimpse of our beer wench being bent over a couch and being fucked from behind." "What, I have to see this." "Sorry, she is obviously finished with her boy toy because here she comes." As Robin turned to look around the room for their beer wench she felt a bump of the table. She turned to look and Larry was nowhere to be seen. Then she felt his hands making their way up her. His hands repeated the same movements on the fronts of my legs and he had on the backs. He gently opened my legs a bit to get a firm grip on each thigh thus opening the view to my sex again. His hands massaged deeply and firmly and slid up and down my thighs. His fingers lightly grazed my puffed up labia and I nearly jumped from the table from the deliberate sexual shock he had every intention of making me feel. I couldn't control myself any longer. I lifted my hips from the table silently. He stood behind her now, working his way from her forehead and temples to the crown, around the ears and to the nape in circular strokes. Moaning, Wanda felt herself weaken, her knees began to shake. She had been facing one of the barber station mirrors all along, observing Gregory's magical touching every time she opened her eyes. “Why don't you have a seat?” he asked, and just as Wanda reached for the barber chair, he quickly stopped her with a firm grip of his arm around the waist. She had.