I put on some soothing music, though, and then returned to the couch.As I sat I realized that Anya had moved closer. That faint smell of wildflowers a...ain. She asked, “Do ye find me comely, Tom?”I allowed my eyes to rove across her trim body, and then back to her face. “Absolutely beautiful,” I responded truthfully.She put the now-empty glass down on the coffee table. “Mayhap...” she continued, “ ... there is something else I do miss.”“Um...” I began, and then she was kissing me. I was. He pulled his cock out and shoved a dirty tube sock into my mouth and tied another over my mouth to hold it in place. He said “ This will go easier on you if you go along with it. You know you love it anyways, bitch”He grabbed his cell phone and started to snap pictures of me from different angles, the got behind me and slid his huge dick into my wet pussy and took some selfies of him fucking me. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back so my face was in the shot with him as he fucked. I am not going to choose someone based off how much they need the job. Try again, why should I hire you for this Job?”She seemed like a deer in the headlights so I tried to coach her a little, “You should realize that you are marketing yourself in an interview and the first rule of marketing is to play off what the target wants, needs, or desires. Try to think about what I want from waitresses as the manager of this bar. Understand that I have already interviewed 9 other girls for this job. Once I got a good rhythm going it was like my hands were pistons in an engine. It was still impossible to think that I was standing there naked with a grown woman bent over in front of me while I finger fucked her butt and her pussy at the same time. I was my own hero!“That’s good, Alex. Keep up just like that, I’m almost there. Shove ‘em right in there, don’t be shy. Fuck me with those grubby little boy fingers.”Grubby? Whatever. I kept going at her hard with both pistons. Suddenly her.