I stand up and slide her to the edge of the table. Lift her legs and place them on my shoulders as I line my cock up with her tight pussy. I start rub...ing my cock on her pussy. I don't push in yet. I tell her I won't push in until she begs me to. Rebecca says " please fuck me, I'm your little whore." I say "ehh not good enough" she practically screams "please I need your cock inside me now. I'll do anything, just fuck me like the slut I am." That was good enough for me, so I slammed my cock. That’s why we usually banish him into the tap room out of the way. He makes a terrible mess of the carpet if we let him beg for tit bits off customers in here.”I decided to ‘test’ Jen further now she seemed to have more or less ‘accepted’ her imagined guilt over the Boxer dog, so much so in fact she was now apparently teasing me, half joking about it all.“Aww”, I said, stroking the dog.”Poor old Bruce. Isn’t he allowed Crisps then? Can’t I share a packet of Beef and Onion with him? We’ll go. “Shall I rub it for you, that might help?” I asked, “But daddy, I am not dressed is that ok?” she sighed as she turned onto her back with her hands down by her sides, her rounded little breasts laying flat with pert little nipples, MmmI looked down at her crotch as I adjusted my position and her thong covered most of her pubic region but a few hairs showed out the sides as her legs slightly parted. I started to rub her stomach in light circular motions, her skin was warm and soft and she sighed. "Sure Jon," I said, almost blushing. "Let me finish here, and I'll be in your room in a sec, k?"Jon agreed and left. I watched his slow, almost strutting walk, and all the muscles in his back and calves contract and expand as he walked away. I quickly snapped out of the whole thing, though, and drank a glass of water. I decided that was all too weird, and I would go help him out, and then come back and jack off to some hot Jenna Jameson or Sylvia Saint or something...I hadn't had any in about a.