I walked up front and made sure the doors were locked. I was feeling really good! My first night in charge went perfectly! On my way past the bar I st...opped. I thought I would have myself a little nightcap. I went behind the bar and made myself a stiff drink. As I sat there sipping on my drink I started daydreaming that I was really the boss. Then I started daydreaming about having my own restaurant some day. It was so quiet sitting at the bar all alone. I finished my drink and told myself that. ”She dropped the towel that she was cleaning herself with and began unbuttoning my shirt.“I haven’t had a gang bang like that since my dad set it up.” She said honestly while looking deep into my eyes.My cock was getting stiff with this hot talk. I didn’t know if she was telling me a story she knew I wanted to hear or if it was the truth.“That would be so hot, if it was true.” I blurted out.“My father started fucking me when I was fourteen and it was because I seduced him. My mother left around. “Obviously, if we are going to wash you down then we can still take you to the backdoor first but after school it makes sense,” Betty told me I had a good idea. She just modified it a little to fit the situation.“Thank you Mistress, I understand. I am to undress at the front door. May I ask if that includes days when Master Justin can’t walk me home from school?” Hayden asked her mother very much like a military recruit might address their drill sergeant.“That is a good point,” Betty considered. He tells me that sometimes what seems like surrender isn't surrender at all. It's about what's going on in our hearts, about accepting it and being true to it, whatever the contradictions, because the pain of not being true is often the greater cost. Murmuring "whatever", I wash the mugs summoning the last brave bone in my body; he senses my anxiety and steps up behind placing his hands upon my hips and I feel his lips kissing the nape of my neck, it feels electric. His hands glide about my.