Floyd instantly felt Ami was far too pretty to be working as a food handler. Hidden behind her red 60’s style waitress uniform and featureless white... apron was the body of a supermodel. Her perfectly proportioned curves filled out the loose fitting work uniform in all the places a red blooded man would care to look. Floyd found Ami’s face equally pretty. A soft round face framed by long auburn hair. But what really struck a chord in his heart strings was the young woman’s eyes. Eyes that ripped. She told me how Marcus had fucked her out here so anyone could see. She said he came in her twice. I said so the panties are holding it in? She said yes, then she stood up and pulled them down. She tossed them to me. I looked at the crotch and they where soaking wet. I sniffed them , it was obvious that they smelled of her juices mixed with seaman and Cologne. She stepped over to me and turned around. She bent at the waist putting her hands on her knees. Eat my nasty cunt she ordered. The way. Yes... Her hand was on the doorknob when Clete's commanding voice brought her up short."But Desirée, you just got here," he said, and she felt his hand on her arm.She spun around, fright sucking the breath from her lungs, and looked into Clete's dark face and eyes. He had a heavy, masculine, feral odor to him, a strong scent not altogether unpleasant but intimidating at the same time, a reek of pheromones. He was a mountain of muscle and his grip on her arm was inexorable. The fear and. The girl was so shy as it was the first time for her doing with a guy other than her boyfriend. She woke up and greeted me.We went to the living room and started chatting. I was asking about their experiences. While we were chit-chatting, the girl’s boyfriend sat beside her and began to press her boobs. She was getting turned on by that.Then they served me some beer. We were having a beer and continued to chit chat. Finally, we decided to go back to the bedroom and enjoy the night.So, we moved.