I stood up, glanced around the dining room, made my decision, and then marched directly to the kitchen doors. Poking my head inside I asked, ‘Becka,...can I help?’ There I saw the cause of the disturbance. The half-naked woman had one of the busboys locked in an arm bar while Becka and the rest of the kitchen staff stood by waiting for some opportune instant to jump the woman and release their fellow worker. ‘Give it back, you bastard!’ the woman screamed. The busboy dropped a wallet–he had. He must be no older than 30. Not a wedding band on his finger and so he’s a bachelor. Gina was getting more interested. She presumed that he was a loner. But who knew if he was waiting for his babe to show up at any moment? She wished the babe had a flat tire or couldn’t find her goddamn pills. Guys are easy lays. She thought. When it came to guys, she was mostly interested with those who were hard to get. Someone who could charm and make her fall hard for him. Unfortunately those guys were few. ”Shelby, sensing I was about to cum soon, backed off slightly, keeping just the head of my cock inside her mouth as she sucked, and her hand began to stroke the length of my faster, squeezing my cock tighter. “Aaaaah,” I groaned, as I felt my orgasm begin, “here it comes baby, drink my cum!” Shelby tightened her lips around the head of my cock, sucking hard as she felt me cum, my cum spurting into her mouth, threatening to drown her as I kept on cumming inside her mouth. I came inside her mouth. I put a pillow under Murphy’s ass and mounted her missionary style. Deliberately, I slid my cock along her swollen lips and clit but did not enter her. “You want this?” I taunted her. “Yes” “Where?” I said. “You know where” “Fuck you, you wonderful slutty thing, tell me exactly where you want my prick!” “Inside me” “Inside your ass?” “No, you know where.” “Where, tell me!” I commanded and gave her thigh a mild slap. “In my pussy.” “In your where? “ I continued teasing “My vagina.” “You mean.