"Can you take care of them?"In the past both Dean and I had helped out when needed. Shelly and I had been servers to help get cash while we were in sc...hool, so it was no big deal. "Sure" I said.The table with the suits was a noisy bunch. All the guys had their ties loosen and some of their jackets were thrown over the chair backs. A big man with the look of an ex-jock seemed to be holding court."Hi Guys" I said plastering a smile on my face. "What can I get you?"I endured the typical "Your Phone. I didn't like the way he was talking. It was like he was expecting the bitch to become superhuman again — with me as the closest target if she started swinging.Domo walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a big, studded, stainless steel dildo. It was way too big for any woman."What's that, a hippo fucker?" Stick said, with a laugh."No, it's a Supergirl fucker," said Domo, "and I'll let you figure out how to use it."He handed it to Stick, who almost dropped it."Son of a bitch is heavy," he. She knew with his cock in her tight ass and the metal rod in his asshole he would feel the best he has ever felt. She liked that she could get a man to cum so many times and Jay was a great fucker. He liked it kinky and she liked his big thick cock and liked him sucking her tits and pussy. She had been in the bar looking for a fuck and she was thrilled that she found the man that was hung like a stallion. She loved the feel of a long thick cock in her cunt and ass and he was perfect and he. I cried, thinking one of my favorite teachers was dead. My aunt, was she alive? The phones to Washington D.C. were busy. My mom called, I kept her updated as she continued at work. The afternoon wore on, I cried as the Towers collapsed. Panicked as the Flight Number was confirmed. The shrill ring of the phone made me jump again. I grabbed it and on a shaky breath, whispered Hello. ‘Star, she’s okay!’ ‘What? How?’ ‘Professor Jones, their car had a flat, they missed the plane! They just showed.