The shift was a person short without him, and Ronnie was back and forth between the kitchen and the front, filling in between hostess duties with dish...ashing. The traffic was the same as usual: tourists, tourists, and tourists. She tried to keep busy, and sang under her breath to pass the time. She realized she couldn't quite place the tune she was singing, but for some reason it made her think of Boyd more.On her break she sat outside and watched the milling masses going up one end of. When the cakes were done I brought another in with fresh fruit. Christmas time or not was no reason why I couldn't have any fruit I wanted. This time the fruit evaded their mouths but it was not difficult to catch. Many of the children had juicy hands and faces but seemed to be getting full. Chocolate milk washed it all down but this time they did this themselves.There was some fruit remaining and I sent pieces to Sonya and Sara then to some of the original seven from last night. Everyone ate. It had been several years since the pretty young boys had stopped frequenting. Haunting her private rooms naked but for her transparent sarees and the watering can with which she tended to the plant life that provided her only companionship, Sheila–the gray webbing through her hair now but her physical beauty otherwise undiminished–unhappily endured. Daydreaming about rain in Assam one afternoon, however, Sheila’s stilted calm of an existence was about to crumble. She was watering the lush. "They're all gonna hear me, Tori. They're going to hear me fucking you. I should make you scream for me again."She had the most beautiful voice when she sang out in pleasure. The first time I heard it, I was sucking on her clit and her mouth was full of my cock. I felt the vibrations of her yell shoot through my balls and I started filling her mouth immediately, cutting off the very scream that made me come.She could say she didn't want to get caught, but her pussy grew damp faster than ever.