I'd be rich. I was only getting minimum wage at the restaurant. "Why?" I watched you work with these girls. You get good results. They like you, and t...ough they give you a hard time, they respect you. And you're picking up the spotting pretty quick, too."How bout nine?" I said just to see how he'd react.He smiled. "Nine if you wear a cute little pink leotard like Stephy, eight-fifty if you want to wear shorts."I looked at Stephy's leo. It was cute, on her. "Eight-fifty," I agreed and we. ’ ‘Perhaps it was a dinner meeting…’ ‘There is no restaurant in that motel, no bar, no gift shop, just rooms.’ My memory was like that now, after years of absolutely nothing, and then just bits in pieces, they now seemed to come flooding back to me in intricate detail. The lady, Erin was her name, Erin kept coming back to the diner as her husband paraded an assortment of women into the hotel. Since I was eating there regularly, I saw her there each time. It reached the point where I stopped by. Sarah slid off the sofa and knelt on a cushion in front of Debbie, pulling her bum to the edge of the sofa and parting her legs. I saw Debbie lick her lips in anticipation. ‘Dan, some and kneel next to me so you can watch,’ Sarah said. I moved over and knelt where she indicated, my mouth dry in anticipation of what I was about to see. Suddenly the butt plug was vibrating in my arse again making my balls pulse and my knees weak. It switched off and I realised I’d not acknowledged Sarah’s order.. She lay on her back and threw her arms up over her head, her legs deliberately splayed wide so that her brother would have a good, bird's eye view of her juicy little cunt. She knew that he wanted to fuck her and she told herself that all she had to do was to turn him on powerfully. She couldn't wait to feel his huge cock ramming up her tight, wet pussy.The young girl felt her pussy burning and itching with a deep fuck-lust that was almost uncontrollable. She raised herself up on her elbows and.