Like it or not, off came the nozzles leaving those oh so outstanding nipples even more proud and increasing the clatter of the machine once again. Tak...ng a nozzle apiece the two women took their places on either side of the table, and on the count of three, with a laugh from Mother the girls nipples vanished into the tubes. Her face showed alarm as the suction took hold, and an amount of discomfort began, once the two pipes gave no indication of falling away, the pair let them be and after a. In the Last Chance Diner, one digital appliance flashed 12:00. It flashed steadily. Almost like a warning.The counter timer served to remind the wait staff of how long food sat on the pass through, from the kitchen before it was picked up and delivered to the table.It was a fifties style diner, complete with jukebox and faded, framed photos of old cars, old movie stars, and old menus. People who loved the Last Chance Diner did so in large part because it never changed. They could depend on. I’ve paid hookers for the pleasure simply because of the anonymity and non-committal way of the oldest profession. Even if the girls gave their real names, it didn’t matter. They were faceless, nameless pieces of meat, meant for momentary gratification. That was, up until now. Laura was different. She didn’t seem to have a hidden agenda. She wasn’t after his money, which he had none of anyway. She needed help when he found her, but it wasn’t because she was needy in any way, just needed help at. I turned my head and asked my sister one of the stupidest questions I had ever uttered. “Is that our kids?”She looked up at me with wide eyes and nodded then replied with the equally stupid “They’re having sex.” I wasn’t reacting, reality fled the moment I saw my daughter lying with her cousins and it wasn’t coming back. I looked back at the three just as Jodie took Lexis’ place on Wade’s hard-on. My girl was giving him a blow-job and it shocked me even deeper. Lexis moved to her knees over.