And it don’t matter who you are.If I’m doing my job, it’s your resolve that breaks.”-Blues Traveler, “Hook”Hey, hon, how’re you doing to...night? I’m Sue. What can I get for ya?Sorry, that’s a reflex from dropping out of school at 16 to begin waitressing and being stuck in the same all-night greasy spoon for twelve years. I know the term for it these days is “service industry,” but fuck ‘em: It was a shitty highway diner and my ass is hard enough to deflect bullets from getting pinched and slapped. I nibbled it with hunger and she breathed heavy underneath me. Every rise of her chest made her breasts jiggle slightly. Her nipples were so hard. I continued to kiss and suck her chest. I could feel her erect nipples against my neck. She had her hands on my head trying to force it down on her chest. I wasn’t giving in that easily. She was going to have to wait. I loved to tease her, I felt her pussy burn as she wrapped her legs around one of mind and squeezed. I sat up and kissed her again. I. When I have finished, we will collect your identity papers, and return home, where I will complete the Ritual of Attachment with you."I was being downright mean with that last, as I knew damned well that Larwint had no such papers. I hadn't tried to determine if she'd come in under a different name, or been smuggled in as furniture or some such, but I was stone cold certain that no such papers had issued. And since she was going to be immigrating, not just visiting as Embassy staff, the proper. "OK girls, sit," she said. I was by the barstool. It was tricky to holdthe stool with one hand while trying to tuck my skirt under my bottomwith the other. Fortunately there was a cross piece between the frontlegs of the stool and I was able to hook the heel of my shoe on it tohelp me get up onto the stool and off again when instructed. The diningroom chair was no problem to get on or off. The armchair almost swallowedyou up; it felt as if your legs would go up in the air if you were.