But right now, she was in such euphoria that none of that mattered to her. She was enjoying what he was doing to he and enjoying the pleasures she had...been denied for way too long!"Oh fuck, baby, your cock feels so good! Fuck me, please! Fuck me hard and deep, just like I like it!" she moaned."You like having my cock in your slutty pussy, do you? You like the way it feels when I fuck you like this?" he asked her in a deep low voice.He called her a slut. Her son... calling her a slut. But he was. At least they thought they could trust him.Rosalie spent the next hour and twenty minutes in the front of the diner cleaning up, restocking napkins, and filling condiment bottles and such. She figured as long as she was there, she could get a jump on her daily morning duties and get a jump on Monday’s morning rush. The Stephens Brothers worked diligently on the compressor during that time. They had it up and working inside of an hour and were now busy cleaning up their tools. Well, Duane was. I had time for a quick tour of the project. I rode through it just to see how things were progressing. The second phase was almost half complete.The crews moved from house to house finishing their trade, then turning the house over to another group of workers to do their thing. It was working in a nice flow. The painters were a couple of houses behind but that was okay. It gave all the other trades time to finish completely. Once the painters finished it was time to turn the house over to the. Her daughter continued sleeping leaning behind the seat. A lot of thoughts came thru me, I wished to go to the toilet along with her but it was a rush train and people were standing there near the door of the toilet and it would be surely unwise to do anything with her even if she would be willing for it. After some time she came back and sat beside me and she bent forward and started to sleep with her hands over her lap and her head over it. I decided I will give one more try and I again put.