Then suddenly I realized that it was the embarrassment of having to work as a waitress walking with that sexy strut in such a revealing outfit, not of...being a man in the outfit . Which embarrassed me even more. What was happening to me? Was there any of Mike left?I took a deep breath and stepped out of the dressing room. Allie calledBert over for another look. "Not bad," he smiled. "Not bad at all. Allie,show her the ropes, then give her tables seven through twelve."Allie handed me a pad. The warmth of the washcloth felt good on the abraded skin of my rectum. When she was satisfied with its cleanliness, Wei fished a small jar from her pocket and scooped a generous dollop of some beige looking cream from inside, spreading it tenderly in and around my poor pooper. Almost immediately, the pain vanished! She then did the same to my sore, limp dick, bringing blessed relief in moments.At breakfast both girls were apologetic, but I grinned and said, "As I feared, you two are quite. Pushing my pants down I surged into her mouth, seeking the warmth of her moist tongue and lips.Soon I was thrusting in and out as her mouth as she eagerly drooled. Her hand was stroking me and her hungry tongue licked me. I groaned again. She must have wanted me to fill her and I obliged, moaning with a urgent need. I came and she swallowed. It was good. We stripped down and she was able to keep me aroused enough that I was tastiing her sensuous pussy with my prick within minutes. We spent the. ..surely it had to get in the way sometimes...It was extremely hard, more so than most erect cocks I'd felt. Its blood-engorged length swelled to the circumference of a baseball bat. Big, pronounced veins etched its' length and the tube on underside was plump and spongy. I relaxed my tonsils and opened my throat letting him fuck in to my neck. I was suddenly overcome with the overwhelming urge to ejaculate. The sensation of having my throat used as a fuck-hole was turning me on to the point of.