"Her smile hurts his heart. Yes he will miss her, but as always happens, he has to let her go. He smiles back as widely as possible until he feels her...grip loosen and end. A breath releases, long, emptying her lungs. They no longer need to ever fill again. It's as if the breath contains her life, her spirit, her consciousness releasing along with the last of any life giving air, expiring into the world beyond her body. Like her breath, her spirit dissipates, spreading out into the air of the. Call him 'sir' if you like."His eyes, she felt, followed her everywhere, and the Maître d' was again watching her. Because it was not the centre of the restaurant, and because she was at her familiar station it was not so bad, but this young man was embarrassingly persistent in trying to chat to her."Do you have days off here?" he asked."Why does that concern you, sir?" Because I don't want to have lunch or dinner here without my favourite waitress to serve me." All of our staff are well. Each Fuck exceeded the force of previous Fuck. Her pussy was about to torn opened into two. He started to shoot his load inside her coke filled pussy. meanwhile One of his hands reached at the coke bottle plugged in her ass and pulled it back immediately. She was out of control. Shit started to flow out of her ass uncontrollably. Her pussy was leaking the coke plus cum filled fluid.She can do nothing but to cry and scream when he hurts her. She couldn't talk a single word. She lost all of her. .." Yeah..." I added. I am quite the wit; besides, she was now rubbing my cock through my pants.She gave me that wicked smile again and I felt weak and jittery inside."I know you men, when you're all worked up and don't have a women, and you like to ... or maybe the word is "need to", take things into your own hand..." she glanced down at my tented pants and then looked back up into my eyes. "But maybe you can hold off on doing that between now and our next date?"She stood up on her tiptoes and.