All of a sudden it was cold and goose bumps appeared on her skin. It was always hot in this place, she thought in disbelief. She couldn't remember fee...ing cold in the room. The tightness in her chest made her look and see her nipples perking. "Touch them," he said.Hesitating for a moment, she complied and felt an unusual hardness rolling each between her fingers. "Squeeze them hard." She did as she was told, starting gently."Milk your tits!" he ordered.Taking one in a hand, she watched her tit. " But I didn't say so. At least, I didn't mean to.Unfortunately, I couldn't seem to say or do anything of my ownvolition. The manager was gone, and I was alone with... myself."That's better. Here, dry yourself off," he said, passing me a napkin.Apparently I had spilled some drinks on myself, accounting for the wetfeeling. Fortunately, they seemed to have all been water. I dabbed withthe napkin at my wet blouse, somewhat horrified to discover that Ireally did have tits, but that the water had. He would let his son have her then he would enjoy her more before he took her back to her street. She was young and beautiful and he wanted to fuck her more in every hole. He missed his wife who had died. He remembered how often he would fuck her every day. Now he found the local street sluts to bring home for his son to fuck. But this one was so pretty and loved fucking. He opened the son's door to his room and brought the naked girl in. The naked dad still had a hard cock from the girl. “I’m sorry, Mandy. I was trying to figure out how it’s possible that you can look even more amazing tonight than you normally do.”Amanda bit back a sarcastic response and sighed. “Sometimes, I don’t know if I should punch you or kiss you.”I suddenly thought of an idea, and grinned.“Uh, oh. Now what?”I took her napkin and tossed it onto the floor away from our table. “I was wondering if you’d pick that up for me?” I asked conversationally.Amanda regarded me in confusion. But I knew that if.