.’ ‘You know Megan….she loves working here….’ ‘I know but she needs to keep her strength for the baby……’ ‘I know that…you know t...at…but try telling her that.’ Just then the first of the customers, a local man, walked in and sat down, ‘Usual Bob?’ Rachel reached down to the fridge below the bar and taking an ice cold bottle of domestic beer she took it over to where the man sat, ‘Yeah usual….thanks.’ The day had begun, and the steady stream of customers wanting to be fed, to drink and to just. "Who's a big boy then?" she grinned and pressed tighter to me."Will you stop that." I laughed, "It's bad enough as it is." Poor Mark." She laughed and rubbed herself against me.At that moment the track ended and I seized the opportunity to have a drink and to cool off. I noticed that mum and Candy were whispering together and I had the horrible feeling that they were comparing notes. As the minutes passed I noticed the pair of them glancing my way with annoying and puzzling frequency, almost as. I guess her employers keep her busy. She has dark circles under her eyes, and her work attire is this rather perfunctory black number, which swamps her small frame and renders her anonymous.Despite this, I find myself drawn to her, inexplicably so. Knowing full-well of the supposed predisposition for men to assume attraction from indifferent women, I nonetheless believe her to harbour some level of genuine attraction.Her demeanour undergoes a change when I roll up to her till and goods are. I’d hardly got the shower in the wet room up to temperature, when there was a tap at the door quickly followed by a teenager joining me under the jets. She still wore her bikini at this point. She smiled and said “please can you untie me?” as she stood very close. I quickly pulled the laces and her top fell to the wet floor. Just as quickly, the bottoms joined them.“Can I wash your cock sir" she asked as she wrapped her fingers round my stiffening cock. Her young soft hand felt good. “I will.