A sticky puddle had formed at my feet. I closed my eyes again, imagining what it would be like to have that nice young black neighbor in there with me..., between my thighs... I wanted to touch myself in front of him. I wanted to feel exposed…I wanted his dark eyes to explore my naked body in a way that he would make me cum in my own fingers…I was close to cum as I thought that.So I pulled my fingers out of my burning cunt and sucked my juices.I put my naughty fingers back inside of my hungry. At one time or another one of them wanted rid of me because I'd upset them somehow. Luckily for me the majority liked me so was never in any threat of being fired. One bonus of having a committee was that if I was ever short staffed or the bar was overly busy, they had to help out. Some had done bar work before and if they hadn't, even helping collecting glasses would help.This is where the chairman's missus came in. For a time we were short staffed and she would fill in a shift or two a week.. She stood and walked towards the bed beside which her shoes lay on the plush cream carpet. Her negligee hung open, the champagne silk parting to reveal between the lace trim that she wore a matching babydoll nightgown. Her small but shapely breasts pressed against the bodice of her gown, the feathery, delicate lace looking white against the faint pink of her skin. Her nipples were already erect, and visible through the gown. She sat on the edge of the bed, taking care to keep her knees. “No!” I hissed angrily.He gazed at me thoughtfully, knowing that was a lie. It made my humiliation so much worse. I told him to wait when he shrugged and flipped open his sleeping bag.“I’m not saying yes,” I clarified. “I just want to talk about it.” I shrank back, cringing when he offered the dildo. “I’m not doing anything with that, though,” I warned. The very thought, made me shudder with revulsion.“It was still in the package,” he said.“What?”“I had to open it, dummy. You wouldn’t believe.