“We should set a time up tomorrow. I just wanted to introduce the two of you. Miss Finn is an extraordinary woman—if you will go so far as to trus...t my ‘opinion’.” We all had a chuckle and I faded back behind Jon as the men continued to drink and chat. I think I’d just been recruited.EavesdroppingSavon collected me at dusk and suggested we join a group for a walk along the shore as the stars came out. Half a dozen of us carried our sandals as we walked to the water’s edge, trying to ignore the. My nerves grew, that tingling ending at my fingertips, the squirm in my guts. But my daughter’s mouth sucking so hard on my dick. Her cheeks hollowed as she slid up my shaft. Then her lips popped off.“So let’s give a big welcome for Channel 5’s very own Becca Brittany and her wild daughter Jenna.”I stood up, Jenna grabbing my dick, stroking it. The producers urged us forward. We headed to the edge of the stage and walked out onto it. Lights shone down from above, almost obscuring the crowd as. Small mewling sounds and moaning escaped around the ball gag fitted into her throat. He walked over to her side.Her eyes came up to his and he could see them begging for release. Taking off the ball gag he gave her a few sips of the beer to sooth her parched throat. Then leaning forward he slid the head of his dick between her lips. She started sucking on his cock lifting her head up and down as much as she could bound the way she was and with every stroke of her full lips up and down his cock. He opened her car door and handed her a numbered white tag. "Just go in there and ask for Mr Taylor. I'll have your car." He sat in her Civic and drove off.The interview for the job, considering how richly appointed the interior of the club appeared, wasn't much of a interview at all. It consisted of chatting with Mr. Taylor who Kristen found handsome and pleasant and then trying on the waitress uniform to "see how it fits". At first she was taken aback by the tiny hot pants, crisp white blouse.