For a rather large clientele, I assure you. Do I order it from you, Gina?” I flirted brazenly with her while standing there with Chrissy and Jon in ...ow.“Wait ... are they ... naked? And ... no, you would order from Maggie, our shift manager,” Gina directed me to a tall, buxom lady with strawberry-blonde hair.Maggie looked to be early to mid thirties, but she could easily have been forty-something, just with a great dye job. She clearly smoked, but it hadn’t aged her as much one might expect.. Mia was in her late thirties, a voluptuous body with curves in all the right places. A smile would melt my heart, and when she walked, her beautifully shaped bubble ass would wriggle in her tight skirt or jeans. Her breasts were large, a Double-D cup size from the way they bounced and stretched her blouses.Most nights I'd lay under my sheets, my cock in my hand and jerking off. My eyes closed, scanning the mental images of Mia I'd captured in my mind. Mia always made me cum, often with an. Like a moth to the flame, I bathe in his warmth. Even in the darkness, he calls to me, never allowing me to hide from him. He owns me; I am his above all else. He gives a rapid cadence of strikes to each breast, my cries tearing from my throat. My heart beats fiercely, my need almost unbearable. With one final strike, he stops. The stillness is unbearable. All I need is three little words. Three words and everything will be right in the world. He grabs the chain pulling them taut. My nipples. My cock was rock hard and I'd begun slowly stroking myself as I watched her moving around the room. I felt so slutty, dressed in her lingerie, and thought I could come at any second.All I needed was to see her tits and I'd just burst right now all over her sexy basque. She turned around noticing what I was doing, her facial expression tightening with disappointment."What are you doing!" she snarled. "Stop that right now," quickly moving closer and slapping my hand away from my cock. "Did I say.