Well when The resturant closed for the evening most of us busboys did side work for the waitresses so they could get upstairs or downstairs depending ...on the group. Before I ever tasted my first pussy I had already seen the two cooks In a back closet fuckin another busboy (to this day he fucks women so I think there was a little bit of force used) I had seen my Idol the Thang bangin out Sheila who to this day is smokin even in her 60s. Basically it was mid 80s alot of cocaine and fuckin is the. Mr. R asked to Tim, “Can you join me in my hotel suite?”Tim replied, “I think that is what we were all hoping. Michele?”“Of course, Sir. You know my desire is to serve and satisfy both your needs and desires.”Tim said, “Good. Why don’t you go with Carlos and I will follow in our car to the hotel.”When Mr. R’s car is brought up he moves to the driver’s side while a bellhop assists me into the car. As he is holding the door, I try to discretely get in and sit down but there is really no way of. I needed sex more than I ever thought possible. Tiffany led me into a room off of a corridor. I knew when I walked in that Tiffany had something strange in mind for me. The only thing in the room was a chair, sort of like a dentist's chair, but it had restraints, and the leg section was separated into two parts, side by side, with separate restraints for each leg. "You want some sex, don't you?" Tiffany asked. She was answered by enthusiastic nodding from me. Though it scared me, I was. Today she knew she would have him. He was a delicious dark-haired specimen, with golden-brown eyes. He seemed about 5'11, with a tanned appearance, and always smelled of soft, spicy cologne and fresh soap. After seeing him in the book store in the past she would go home and spend time relieving the ache he caused. She swore she could almost smell him then, and imagined how he must taste.It was Saturday morning and sometimes on Saturday's he was at the store with a scruffy beard, as though he.