"No you are on time and, like, I must have totally spaced out telling Bob to have you bring a swimsuit. But no worries I have one that you can wear," ...he replied nonchalantly.Thinking that a proper southern lady doesn't wear someone else's clothes, let alone a swimsuit, I quickly changed the topic. "I can tell from your accent you aren't from Georgia." No, I'm from Cali but I met Bob when he was there for some conference thingy. I was working there as a waitress and when I touched his hand I. ” His blue eyes dropped to meet my chocolate brown ones, and that crooked smirk that never failed to turn me on spread across his face. “Who knew?” He laughed leaning down to give me a kiss on the cheek. “Who knew my little slut was actually a chicken deep down inside?” “Don’t call me that here,” I shoved his arm from its perch around my neck. Laughing off my discomfort, he pulled me close. “Where did that little hellion go?” He smirked. “You know, the one I fuck every night?” “She’s right. Anyway, I put some tokens in the video machine, and asked her if she knew what a gloryhole was. She said that she had seen them but that was it. I told her to pull up her shirt and get ready for some fun. As I licked and sucked on her generous tits, I could see an eye appear in the hole: someone was watching us. I made sure that they got quite a show, taking my cock out and having "Amber" lick and suck it. In less than a minute, a hard cock was sticking through the hole. I told her to stroke. .......here?" She asked playfully, drawing it out. Poppy suddenly felt a wet and slippery finger poke into her anus.She gasped and tensed up in surprise, her fingers and toes curling. She almost lifted her ass straight off the finger, but as she felt it start to slide out she stopped and began to push back down. Finally, the initial rush was over and she could breath again. She nodded. Yes, she wanted it!"Good girl," the bitch said again, and the finger was removed.Poppy expected the bitch to.