He told me to call him Bill and I introduced myself. We walked back into the diner where his wife sat waiting. ‘Colleen, this is Carson Jones. He’...s going to be working for us, if he can handle it,’ Bill said. Colleen rose from her chair and held her hand out. I took it in mine. ‘It’s very nice to meet you, Carson,’ she said. Her voice was clear with perhaps a lingering hint of an Irish accent. Like her husband she was trim and fit. She was a very pretty woman. ‘It’s nice to meet you too, Mrs….’. My side had all the important tables needed, and the table was an old dining table I had found at a thrift store for a good price. It was dark wood, a real gothic look to the woodwork, and sat eight people. Six of the chairs were typical armless chairs but with nice cushions. The one however at the end had arms, and almost looked like a small throne. And along the wall next to the door there was a couch I had found there also.Everybody gasped as they came in. The simple ceiling lamp had been. The boy came inside and look straight to that and waited for few minutes and looks around the room and assuring that I was not in the room and my son was sleeping move close to her to have a better look. He put his hand on her nighty gown softly and moved the same a little bit to have a better close look, he waited there and touches his own bulge and went away. I watched him all the time from the washroom. After that I came out and called her and told her about the incident…. she was stunned. I felt her tongue stroke my now exposed cherry, then that sensitive pit under my cock, the tension in me immediately built up as I tried to reason all this out, why me, hoe has it happened that this particular dream is coming true, to be so pleasured, what have I done to deserve this young lady’s attention.I quickly came to the point of no return, sensing this she removed my cock and whispers that I am to fuck her, and who am I to refuse such a request, to make sure I understood, she pulled me.