My waitresses ushered a few of the really drunken ones to a back room that had several beds in it for them to sleep it off. That room had its own exit...if the girls woke up in the middle of the night.As I was locking up the bar for the night Cherry told me that she wanted me to fuck her right on top of my bar. I had done that before with my wife and every one of my waitresses, but it never grows old. She wanted all of the lights turned on and the music turned up loud. I helped her up onto the. ’ The peach-colored marble facing on the front of the mausoleum appeared through the fog of the late October morning. I noted the muddy footprints on the cheap red carpet leading to the doorway and made a mental note to hose it off later. Unlocking the aluminum doors, I made my way inside, struck as always, by the chilly interior. It is illogical to heat a building used to house the dead, but modern humans are unused to entering a building in the winter-time and finding the inside as cold as. They thought a woman would treat her better... Constance was next. She waited nervously, with her sister. She was dressed in a bright red, sneakily, sexy, specifically designed slave auction dress with a plunging neckline that appeared to plummet all the way down to her waistline, but had a panel of material behind its ruffled trim that kept Constance fully covered while still maintaining an alluring illusion. The overall effect of the dress with its ruffled theme was designed to give the. I had to admit that I had dressed as if Kevin wasgoing to be seeing something more than just my dresstonight. Why else would I wear my garter belt andstockings?He opened my car door for me, then turned and said, "I'mhoping you'll come over to my place for a while." Okay," I replied, feeling my heart race.We parked in his spot, then mounted the stairs to his frontdoor. With each step I could feel my nervousness, nowmingled with excitement, increase. My breathing felt tight,my pulse quickened.