Petite darling Just Cant Stop Masturbating

Bridget’s First day of work I do my make-up in the morning and put on a petite pair of cute jeans and a Taboo Coffee shirt. The shirt isn’t extremely over the top. It has some big fuzzy handcuffs, that clearly aren’t standard issue for any police officer I know, on the front and across the top it says “Taboo Coffee, We Cross the Line!” Ben walks into the coffee shop and waves over two other employees. “Morning June, morning Logan! Everyone, this is my niece Bridget. She’s just moved to the twin cities and will be working with us this summer.” I’m expecting awkward looks of “oh great, the bosses relative” but instead June comes over and gives me a hug and a genuine “welcome to the shop!” and Logan seems really friendly when he shakes my hand also. I am relieved to see that both of them are wearing normal clothes also because the décor in the café takes me back more than a bit. There are whips and hand cuffs hanging on the walls. On one wall is a little shelf with a bunch of dildos pointing proudly up from them. I see anatomically correct mannequin sex dolls, but not the kind of cheapo blow up dolls that you see at a bachelorette party but more like “learn CPR on them, these thing must be expensive” type of sex dolls. One of them is standing in the corner facing the wall and a male version has its penis sticking out of her from behind. Another female version is hanging from the ceiling in some kind of contraption that has her a couple tits of feet off the ground with her legs spread apart, clearly ready for sex. “Uhm wow… the decorations are uhm wow…” I stammer at uncle Ben. I can feel myself blushing bright red. June giggles. “Yeah, they had the same adorable affect on me my first day. Waaay over the top!” Ben rubs my back up by my shoulders reassuringly. So, Bridget, the deal with this one of my cafes is “what do bachelorettes and bachelors do up Hardcore to the time they go out at night. The answer, they come have coffee here in the morning, and lunch here in the afternoon, and maybe stop in for a beer amateur here in the early evening! And I make lots of money! Also, we get lots of the different LGBT and other groups having events or meetings and keeping steady clientele. It’s the old adage, sex sells!” Ben rubs his hand together. “So, here’s the plan for today. Logan, you’re on tables today. No accessories unless you come up with something as you’ll need to move about. June, you’re working the expresso bar making drinks. You don’t really need to talk so I’m thinking we change up different collars and / or gags throughout the shift.” June gives a little blush but her only response is “cool”. “And Bridget, you’re pretty inexperienced.” He winks at me when he says this which makes me turn red but he keeps going before I respond. I smiled, realizing she had such a hot pussy. Just before he left, she notified him that her sixteen year old daughter needed attentions too. Each was under fifty. They disappeared to the other side of the house and then twenty minutes later, Ricky heard the mower fire up. “Sir, I would like to tell you what my strongest fantasy is now.” He smiled and ask what it is. She giggled shyly. “...three!” Another slap. He’s still my brother. CHAPTER 2 Diann, Angela, and Sandra are helping Janis clean the kitchen tits . Janis ask Sandra if she will put the trash out. The adornments looked so delicious amateur as they contrasted with her pink nipples. "OH FUCK, LOOK AT ‘EM NOW!" cried Pinkie with her mouth wide-open as she looked down at her poor dissented breasts which were now starting to adorable turn a Hardcore blue-purple color. Jamal was so hot seeing her punctured ass he wanted to ass fuck her right there but the others convinced him to wait/ Come morning time, we will both pretend this never happened.” petite Only when my dick is out free can you use your hands.