Her eyes were locked on my face, intent on devouring me. She got over to me and crested the water, coming up and out, like Denise Richards in “WILD ...HINGS”.Her wet, glossy hair shined, radiant.Her perky, large breasts, swaying in front of my face, had beads of water running in streams down her black spandex Bikini- top --the nipples poking out in excitement.I stammered out “Wait!! Ummm, wont your parents Catch us??”, in desperation.Oh, they’re never here silly. They’re most likely on some corny. Her husband has told her this. She is not supposed to enjoy any fucks she gets, just do the job and collect the money is what he told her.The customer senses that she is holding back. "What is it baby? Afraid to come?"Sherry, being naive, answers truthfully. "No, my husband says that I am not supposed to enjoy my customers when I do it. All I am supposed to do is get it over with and collect the money."He laughed, "looks like we overcame your resistance, doesn't it?"She sighed, "Yes, oh yes."He. You can’t miss it.’ ‘Thanks for the information,’ I said, ‘here’s a second bottle, on the house.’ The crowd began to dwindle as evening approached and the shadows lengthened and I decided to shut down for the night. It had been a good day, except for the visit from the parson and that had not necessarily been a bad thing if I played my cards right and my intuition was correct. My assistant, who had noticed the eye contact between me and the Preacher’s wife, came up to me and said, ‘Are you. Ordering a meal was just so Molly had a way to look around to find out the name of the waitress from yesterday. Molly wasn’t really that hungry, barely eating any of her chicken before paying for it and heading up to the ‘front desk.’ The girl standing there was in the middle of seating people, but when there was a moment break Molly went up to her and took the potion out of her pocket. She had wrapped it up in a piece of paper. Molly said, ‘Hi, I’m a friend of Angela. Could you give her this.