This was no ordinary waitressing. Working for Le Rosbif had its risks, asAmanda full well knew. Any girl who worked for Le Rosbif had to sign, and hav...double-witnessed, a contract. The contract was extremely onerous, but threemonth's pay at Le Rosbif would fund a whole year's college tuition, and whathad a girl as naturally beautiful as Amanda to fear of some silly contractualsub-clauses: indeed sub-clauses of sub-clauses which there must be cause toquestion the legality of in any case? So. Ready for what? Ready to suck your cock? Ready to have you tongue my pussy? Ready to be fucked by your glorious cock? Of course I am! “I am simply waiting on your command Sir.” I replied. “My abode, now!” You sent back. My pussy tingled in anticipation. I quickly gathered the lotion and oil I was expected to bring and got into my car for the short drive to your home. I found it difficult to concentrate as I drove, my pussy getting moist thinking of your cock and the joy I would get from feeling. ’ She smiled. ‘How could I forget when my finger is in your cunt?’ ‘Do you always talk so loudly?’ She didn’t answer because the stage curtains opened and a woman stood with her back to us. She was not naked but might as well have been. She was wearing a leather harness that had straps around her waist, over her shoulders and between her legs. The buckles shone in the stage lighting. In her hand she held a long whip which she cracked viciously and startlingly enough to make me jump. A tall,. I had to hope that no one did come down this road before we started chasing Momo. Hopefully she was still wearing her clothes, and anyone driving by would be going too fast to see her tail. I just had to keep on hoping, but that hope was running out. The sun eventually set, but with the cloudy overhang, we lost the light before it even reached the horizon. Miles from home, the mosquitoes biting us, we were forced to the slow down. Even Sonja’s canine energy reserves and fit body couldn’t.