”I opened the door and climbed in. The driver accelerated down the road while I fastened the seat belt.The van driver was a youngish looking man wit... short curly hair and a friendly smile. I said, “You don’t look familiar.”“We’ve never met. I’m an independent contractor. Your dad’s guy, Joey, hires me for the occasional job. Like today with you.” He held out his right hand and said, “Call me Adrian. It’ll do as well as any name.”I shook the proffered hand. “Thanks, what’s going to happen?”“Your. Looks like you two are having a good day.” She half expected Lisa to be angry when she read it out but she just laughed. “Tell him this. I told you she had nice tits. We're having a very nice day so far thanks.” “You told him I have nice tits?” “Of course I did, you do.” Brittany couldn't help but smile. “I always admired yours because they are so perky. Mine aren't nearly as nice as yours.” “Are you kidding? They're full and sexy and your nipples are quite frankly fucking delicious.” Brittany. Her jaw dropped and she huffed. ‘Well, fine then.’ She turned and walked back to the galley, sitting at the table again. Ophelia met Brynn in the galley, standing on the table and looking at her. ‘Good evening, Mistress. Can I help you get something to eat now?’ ‘He even shut the door on me, Ophelia!’ Brynn muttered. ‘Not like I can be trusted or anything.’ Her voice was sarcastic as she covered her eyes. She scrubbed her face for a second, growling under her breath, then put her head down on. Luckily she was well hidden under the table so that she didn't have to look at her customers - which did demean her even more after thinking about it - she had to finish that quick. Either way, she could already hear the moans of the obese guy; curious, she went ahead and deeper on his staff, deep enough that her nose could touch his belly. Unfortunately for the guy, the service soon ended there as he emptied his sack, the woman retching as her first serving was delivered against the back of.