“No problem, sorry about that. What are you going to do? Close up? You have no waitress!”He shook his head. “We got a list for emergencies. One ...of the other girls will come in for the overtime pay, no worries. Let me get you checked out.”I waved him off, explaining that she could keep the tip and headed out. I had left her a ten-dollar tip, but she could just consider it a birthday gift for the boy.I ended up at a small motel on the edge of town and as I got ready for bed, it hit me. I hadn’t. As the last spurt from Jim’s cock got confused between being a spurt or a dribble, Anita lost her focus, threw her head back, and screamed ecstatically as she hit the peak of her ascent. The sight of her Dad‘s gushing geyser of goo overloaded her senses as the mind-numbing eruption of her orgasm consumed her very being! As the manic massaging of her cunt relaxed, she refocused on her Dad‘s still-stroking fist wrapped around his cock. Although he still massaged himself from tip to base, milking. I said I hoped Simon would sue for libel.The press left. I went up and removed my makeup, then we two went to theMaison Beauvonne. It was a mad house of models in every state ofundress, hairdressers and makeup artists and dressers and designers.There were some curious stares at me. La Poulette came over and kissedme on both cheeks, wishing me bon chance.My makeup was done by Adrienne. I found it quite arousing. Then my hairwas given the full treatment, curled at the bottom, crimped as my. He read the deluge of emotions that washed my face and smiled a Cheshire grin. "I'll keep my mouth shut, if you do some things for me." Homework? Wash his car? Pick out his clothes? Whatever it was, the humiliation of being fired or even simply accused at work and the rumors that would fly around school were too much. Anything he required was acceptable. "S-s-sure," I stammered. "Whatever you'd like, Tony, if we can just keep this between you and me." "It's pretty simple. I just want you to.