When I visited the restaurant for the first time, I was served only by a reluctant waitress who seemed more like interviewing me rather than asking me...for my order. However, as I became regular and gave a $3 tip on a $7 drink every day, things moderated slowly and I started meeting with mild smiles and hesitant “hi”s.The Caucasian waitress Juliane was obviously the star among the colleagues where every male customer or waiter seemed to be flirting with her. She was intelligent and knew that her. This was no surprise from a guy who can?t even gas up his car without some chick slipping him her number. What was a bit of a surprise was when he asked if I would let her use the spare bedroom for a few months. He explained that she was here for college but had been asked to leave the home where she was staying with some friends of her family, something about one too many women in the house. Well, that wouldn?t be a problem since it was just my son and I living here. Still, I was a little wary. I then began to rub all over her pussy spreading the lips and getting every crease of her sexy pus. She began to moan when I gave her clit a very good cleaning. Then I soaped up again and shoved fingers in her love hole. She moaned and told me "Yes, do that deeper. I need that dirty cunt cleaned good. Clean that nasty hole." I really worked her cunt over pushing fingers and soap deep inside her. She moaned and groaned loving my fingers deep in her hole. I told her "Mom, have you been behaving. Perhaps she could become a fellow at a university in a prosperous city like Beijing, Pyongyang or Buenos Aires.Still, Oxford was a pleasant enough city on the edge of the Cotswolds. It was almost the very last corner of Old England. The colleges and most of the city were walled in to keep out the proles and peasants that were a nagging and uncomfortable reminder of how far it was possible to fall. Sally had no understanding or sympathy for England's great unwashed. All she knew about them came.