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I am best described as an average looking girl. I have red hair that I usually keep up and pretty fair skin with typical Irish girl freckles on my cheeks. I feel like I am in pretty good shape. I played volleyball and did swim team in school. My chest isn’t real big but it is enough that boys notice and my hips are curvy but I’m definitely not high school prom queen or captain cheer leader material. “Well Bridget, looks like you’re growing up and on to the next leap forward in your life. How ‘bout we swing past a grocery store and get some basics and then you can settle in before work tomorrow.” he offers. “That would be great! Thanks for the job and place to stay uncle Ben. Do I need to know anything about work? I haven’t really ever worked in a restaurant before.” I say. I know its silly but in truth I’m pretty nervous about tomorrow. “It’s just Ben and don’t worry Bridget, we’ll show you the ropes. And yes that is a bit of a pun given our theme. But you’ll be fine. Just be ready to go at 5:30 and we’ll get you into the groove!” “What do I need to wear to work?” I ask. I’m kind of nervous that it might be some kind of Hooters or Tilted Kilt type of thing which I’m not sure how I’ll get use to so Ben surprises me with his answer. “Nothing special Bridget. What you are wearing today will be fine. Maybe put your hair up like you have it so it doesn’t get in folks food but other than that jeans or shorts and a T-shirt are fine. I have some Taboo pussy Brunette Coffee t-shirts I’ll give you to wear so you have the big cock right branding. Bridget’s First day of work I do my make-up in the morning and put on a 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 masturbation 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 slut 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 of feet off the ground with her legs spread apart, clearly ready for sex. I could see her flowery panties slut and wanting to feel her pussy, and as I reached down, touching her crotch, she Brunette again gasped, and we stopped kissing. I shifted on the table, my heart pounding in my chest. Dottie and I hung out together. On the other side of the wall, a lagoon stretched out, strewn with rock formations and swamp vegetation. Ask them if they are alcoholic and big cock refer back to the definition Abhi to sirf 10 baje hai, we have lot of time till morning” , with my pussy reply , she begged me masturbation to release her for some time , so that she can rest a bit “Bahut thak gayi hoon, plss” . I told ok one more time then you can rest for 10 minutes. Reading the earlier chapters in order is highly recommended as it contains a lot of story development, but not entirely necessary. “Can I ask you a question?” I asked as I ran my fingers up and down the soft skin of her back. Then she took another towel to dry her long hair. “Missy Bourne!