My manager came in and nearly slipped but he only grinned as he approached me. "Bryan says your his favorite server but you have been avoiding him ton...ght. He was concerned if he had offended you in some unknown way." Dave reached into the sink and took the dish rag from my shaking hand. "I think you should go speak to him. He's a great customer and a little personality would probably go a long way toward soothing him. That is, if you even have a personality." His comment stung me a bit but I. Sarah made a fist around my shaft giving me a reasonable squeeze. With this help, I shoot another five times. After a few seconds, the ejaculations grew weaker. When I looked in the mirror, Sarah had a smirk of satisfaction on her face. When the ejaculation stopped, Sarah opened the taps and washed my “produce” away. As there was some “produce” left on the head of my penis, she washed it off for me. She giggled when I got some ghost thrusts due to her touching of my hypersensitive member. I. She was still saddened and horrified at how she had defiled herself the previous night. She kept berating and scolding herself, and would have kicked herself hard, had that been possible. For a while, she even contemplated going to her mother and confessing to everything. Maybe her mother would advice her. What scared her though, was the fact that her mother believed in sharing everything with her father. And if he found out, there was no telling how he would react. Maybe he'd get her married. It was agonizing to have the one person who provided for Elizabeth ripped away in an instant of stupidity. A ‘hit and run’ they called it… I often found my dreams clouded by what I’d do if I found who had left Lizzy’s mother to die alone on the roadside. Elizabeth was only 16 when it happened and it destroyed her. She had been predicted to do well in her exams but she didn’t even take them. She didn’t see the point. Didn’t see the point of anything. She hit the booze - more than once ending-up.