Then she was face sitting me. Rubbing her pussy and arse in my face, seeking and urging my tongue to explore everything but especially her arsehole an... her pussy. It was divinely smutty. A true pleasure treat as I licked and splashed and twisted my tongue wherever it had freedom to roam as she ground her buttocks over my face and teased her pungent sodden pussy flaps and shaved pubic mound over my cheek, nose and mouth. Filth never felt so engaging.“Oh fuck...Oh yeah...oh fuck...yes...yes. "How can I help you today?" In my head I was thinking about how he could help me. His smile all but dazzled as he asked me about a particular book, leaning against the counter with his head cocked at just the right angle to look up at me through those long, thick lashes.I looked up the book in the online catalog and told him the call number. He asked if I would go with him, claiming he got totally lost last time he was up there - "The call numbers, they confuse me." There was that grin. " I really do understand," Aaron tried to assure him."Jason Lowell called us 'bean counters' this morning. Guys like him think this is some kind of silly exercise to keep us busy. It's not; it's serious. Every employee and investor is counting on us. Neither you nor I will drop the ball." I won't let you down," Aaron promised."Aaron, if I thought that there was anyone in this company who could do this job even a smidgeon better than you, that person would be doing it." Except for you, of. I struck a gold mine in both restaurants when I mentioned that I’m a writer who needs solitude while I finish my next book. I dropped a couple of quotes from a book written by an author who writes under a pseudonym. One waitress at Martha’s picked up on it, and suddenly I’m this mysterious author. That’s all it took, well, that and sitting there drinking coffee and taking notes seemed to seal the deal. Since I always leave a little extra when I stay awhile, neither the owner of either.