M.It was almost lunchtime before I had left Uncle Charlie's. I knew that our restaurant would be ready to spring into action to feed the crowds. I pic...ed up my cell and called the front of the house."Hey Sheila, how many reservations are on the books?" Hey, Renee. As of now we have 45. We have a sixtop coming in ten minutes to get us started." Great, Sheila. Who's out front today?" "Stormi and Beth are waiting, and John is busing." Okay, switch me back to the kitchen." Bye, Renee."A few clicks. The warleader slept naked atop his blankets, his body a dusky brown and so muscled his veins stood out against his skin. A shaved head gleamed in the lantern light. A black mustache, the ends long and drooping down to his chin, adorned a squat and chiseled face.The lamia shook her head in warning, an iron slave collar tight about her throat. She mouthed, “Run.”I winked at her.I crept closer to the sleeping warleader. A glint to my right drew my attention. In an open chest, sitting upon rumpled. When she gagged, her pussy would tighten around my cock. After finger fucking her mouth for a few minutes, I rewarded her by pounding her pussy again. Slamming into her as hard as I could. I spread her asscheeks as wide as they could and spit a huge slobber onto her asshole. I slid a finger into it and she moaned. Shen knew what was coming, she arched her back and shoved her ass a little higher. "That’s right slut, I'm gunna fuck your dirty tight asshole! So it's best you relax as much as you. I caught up enough to see which apartment she had gone into, but then hesitated, not sure what to do. I waited to see if anyone else went in or out, not sure if she was living with anyone or not. Finally I gathered my nerve and headed to her apartment. I knocked on the door, then waited patiently. When she opened the door, my breath caught, as she was just as hot as I remembered her, tall, tan, curvy…i.e. mouth watering. Neither one of us said anything, just stood there with our mouths hanging.