Damn bitch. I layered my apron on top of the blouse, tied my hair in a ponytail, and by the time I got to the coffee station, the line was already ten...zombies long.“So what happened?” Mandy asked while she was taking orders. She preferred being behind the counter, dealing with money, plating desserts and packing sandwiches than go through the pain of learning how to make latte art. Her cute foam milk hearts looked more like stunted dicks, which wasn’t really the vibe we were going for here,. They were fully engaged in fucking. Tom hunched over Mallory's back kissing her shoulders when he finally blew his load into her. He held his cock deep in Mallory as her pussy milked every drop of cum from his cock. Tom pulled out of Mallory as his cum ran down her inner thigh. They grab their clothes and went to Tom’s bedroom.Tom and Mallory laid down on the bed together. Mallory reached out and took hold of his cock with her hand. She didn't do anything just held it softly. Tom said, "Wow,. ‘Who was she?’ He didn’t answer right away and she decided she didn’t really want to know. ‘I take the question back. Don’t answer it.’ She didn’t want him to describe her as blonde, and then spend the rest of her life wondering if every blonde woman she passed was ‘the’ one. Joanie unfolded her body from the chair and sat on the edge. She noted her escape route and wasn’t sure she could handle the answer to her next question. She raised her eyes to him as if raising a gun. ‘Why? Why did you do. Furthermore, she would be just as helpless to resist any further comments or suggestions that he made; whatever he told her would become her new reality, and she would love it, whether she liked it or not. Even now, her Juice-induced crush was making her want to hear what he had to say, so that she would be forced to change even further into her crush's Perfect Girlfriend.Still, though, this could have gone much worse. Intelligence and a desire for self-improvement are hardly bad traits, Leslie.