The credit and debit card transactions were processed every night at closing. The cash was being held to pay the part time girls until they went back ...to college. If things had not slowed down some by then we may have to hire another part time girl.Wendy had already asked if she could work full time. She was going to wait to start college after her mom and dad received more permanent assignments. Changing schools every year was bad enough. She didn't want to do college that way. Her part time. Her eyes had the spark in them now. The desire to be in control of the situation evident.As we started driving homewards the conversation focussed on Barry. We had known him only casually as he worked in one of our most frequented restaurants. Our focus was more on tormenting him sensuously all this while.Tonight, we learnt that he was from India, eighteen-years-old and pursuing his college education in Canada for the past year and a half. He lived by himself and worked to pay for his education. I spread her legs and inserted my middle finger in her vagina then started licking her clitoris."OH! You fucker!" She said pulling my head deeper into her crotch. I stuffed my tongue as deeply into her as I could. My finger continued its work. "Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm coming!" Her hips were thrust forward, her hands pulled my into her crotch, I couldn't breathe, I didn't care. Then more cries, more thrusts with her hips. Then release. "Oh, thank you. That was nice."I smiled, my pride in bringing her to. This was not a nice experience as the screen was obscured by cigarette smoke. I can out after an hour, my clothes stinking of the obnoxious weed, I was glad to air them on the walk back to my 'digs'.The landlady came back at about at about nine o'clock very merry brandishing a bottle of champagne with another woman on her arm. She had won a hundred pounds and the champagne at Bingo, and was celebrating. While Glenda went into the kitchen for glasses, Miriam and I opened the bottle. Having been.