How was she going to survive in this household? Then the phone rang.Cindy waited until her mother answered it and after a brief conversation she looke... up at her daughter and said, "Dad's not coming home for dinner. He has to work late... an interview or something... so we'll just have a pizza.Marilyn knew and Cindy suspected what the interview was about. Some young, unschooled immigrant girl was going to spread her legs to get a job. For the good Christian Deacon Robert Ramsay.Robert Ramsay. All this simply because she trusted me too much. This made things a little too easy for Nisha and me. It was only a reward of a very long and painful waiting. So here we were again, just Nisha and I with the whole fiery night ahead of us. I asked Nisha if she had brought anything night dress to change into, but she vaguely shook her head not willing to discuss anything out of nervousness. I offered her one of my thin ordinary Fashion Street cotton t-shirt yellow in colour and a black lungi. I find a table near the middle of the room and wait. I watch as couple after couple walk in and sit together. For a singles cruise, people paired up rather quickly. The bus boy gives me a nod and a thumbs up. I’m not sure what that is about but I give him a nod back. A vision walks out from the kitchen dressed in a chef’s coat and a scarf. She stops by a few tables, then spots me. She gives me a pleasant smile and then walks up to my table. “How’s your meal, are you enjoying everything?” she. YET."Susan hello. You look good. Nice and trim and fuckable. I've missed you, well I've missed your pussy anyway."She was wearing a blue terricloth robe. Susan is an attractive woman with medium tits and a firm round ass. Her snub nose and pouty, snobbish little mouth screamed spoiled daddy's girl. At 31 she worked hard to look this good and I for one appreciated it."What do you want John. I don't have time for you today. Well? Don't waste my time. Spit it out, why are you here?! "Ok... if.