It is all about timing, moicheri." The Chef waved at the waiter to remove the cart. A white cloth was draped over Melanie and she felt the cart mov...ng. Thedoors of the dining room swung open and she could hear the muted rush of speakingvoice, the clinking noise of forks upon china, the clink of glasses and ice.Her mind rushed, trying to decide if she should try to attract the attentionof the diners when another door opened and the roar died out to be replacedby the voices of a few men. The. Including Carol, until just lately. "If you don't like it" she continued, "why don't you quit this job and finish your law studies full-time? That way, you'd start at the top. Well, the middle, anyway." "I don't have the dough. And it will look good on my resume. Always looks better for a law student to be doing the shitwork of a law firm than some grocery store..."She flinched at this."Excuse me, I've been doing this... this "shitwork" since almost the time you were born..."Oh-oh! Looks like. I went back to mixing out coolers, and decided to add more vodka to the mix. My penis was full of blood, and I tried not to think of how she looked partially clothed. Soon, the food arrived, and I called to her. I set everything up in the den where it was a bit cooler, and she walked into the room and took my breath. She was barefoot, wearing only a gorgeous white full slip which was solid lace from the waist up, and had a very shiny lower part with about six inches of matching lace. "Sorry for. It's embarrassing." Hannah, you've been getting wet down there for years. I know you and love the way that you get and the way you smell. Don't you always get wet and slippery?"Hannah blushed and giggled. "When I'm really horny" James moved his hand down to her pussy. She was indeed very wet and warm. His fingers wiggled around and as they found her entrance she grasped his arm and gasped. His finger hurt her when he tried to put it inside her. "Jame..James..ouch..it hurts..pull it out James!".