" My voice trembled.As if by magic (had they spoken while I was in the bathroom?) Tonya wasstanding at our table with the check container in her hand.... "I'm sosorry, Marla!" Tonya apologized. "I didn't mean to make you wait. Youready to go?" Yeah, sweetie," Marla smiled. "Don't worry about it. We had some funwhile we waited, didn't we?" she grinned, looking across the table atme."Yes, Marla," I quietly affirmed, blushing, and the blond waitress gavea somewhat puzzled little laugh.She had laid. Emily went onto her knees to look out the large window on the wall beside her bed. Cars were all parked out in their enormous driveway. Mustangs, Range Rovers and Trucks were s**ttered all over the place and Emily wasn't sure how they would clean the house in time. But she didn't really care. She grabbed her I Phone 4G that sat beside her and pulled on a pair of Chanel Shorty Shorts and a pink TNA Cami and skipped across the white tiled floor and slammed her Mac laptop down that showed Porn and. The next afternoon as she dressed for work I couldn't help to notice how short her skirt had become. I thought if she has to bent over someone was in for a show. My little sexy wife was sure to get those truckers' attention! After another couple of weeks and her increased profits, she came in saying that she was getting more and more offers? I ask what sort as I was licking her sweet pussy. She said having to push their hands away from her sexy legs and that they kept offering cash to play. She. " I'll do his make-up." No, I'll do it." No you won't." Alright, alright! That's enough" Fiona shouted, trying to restore someorder above their excited banter. "A trainee typist doesn't get to wearthe standard uniform... at least not until they're more experienced."There was a moment of silence and then. "That's not fair." No, why should he get away with...." Quiet..." Fiona yelled. "If you just let me finish I'll show you" andshe opened a cupboard and brought out several hangers. There.