I was really looking forward to the interviews as interviewing waitresses was always a highlight. The place was essentially a rip-off of Hooters. The ...aitresses wore short shorts or mini skirts and tank tops tied in a knot around their midriff. We classified the waitresses as models and paid them more than standard waitresses to enable us to select only attractive girls and not worry about a lawsuit from some fat ass with a bad attitude.The first interviews were pretty much what you might. The thought of knowing that my mom and dad had been fucking all afternoon drove me crazy. I wanted him so bad, but we were busy with our daughter and my sisters and brothers. I needed a cock so bad that it was causing me to lose concentration on the mundane activities of being a mom. That’s when my brother, James, came in and I nearly drooled when I saw him. He had stopped by for dinner and to visit and I knew that he could tell what I wanted, by the way that I was staring at him. The night. "This is called fingering yourself. You just put your finger inside your vagina. Start off with one, then as you start getting wet, you can put in more,"I nodded, each of my breaths getting shorter as I got hornier. I put one finger inside my young, smooth pussy. The second I went in, I felt a huge gush of excitement. I began going in and out faster with each one. Soon I put in two fingers. I was able to put in a third one but no more past that. Cathy spoke again, her voice husky and short of. “True dear, you're a bad guesser.”The ladies conferred once again in secret. I could hear a couple more moans from each of them.Frustrated, I told them, “Whoever wins the next one, it's their choice. Is that okay with you two?”I think they nodded their heads; I couldn't see, and they didn't say a thing. No words were uttered, then it happened. I felt the bonds on both wrists and legs loosening. I started to talk and was quickly hushed by both of them. They got together and pulled me further.