Surprised

I never realized just how much of a breeze there was from the air conditioner. Apparently it couldn’t be felt what with the place full of people and all the walking I was doing serving customers. But just before I went to hop up on a bar stool when Dawson the bartender stopped me.

“Hey Carly, when did you rip your shorts?”

I stopped flat and tried to see what Dawson was talking about. Then before I realized what Dawson was doing, the front of my shorts were open and they were sliding down my legs. Then I was able to see the pocket of my shorts was hanging on to the rest of my shorts by the manufactured thread only.

“Well when did that happennnnnnnnnnnnn!” I was caught off guard when I was lifted as if I weighed a light as a feather and placed on a stool. Then Dawson got doom on his knees and looked closely at the flesh of my right ass cheek.

“Well it doesn’t appear that there is anything to worry about but to be sure!”

Dawson stopped talking and somehow I felt something wet and rubbery in my ass crack. Up and down it went wetting everything, then it went lower down making contact with my outer pussy lips. I started to moan in a way that only Doctor Cartier had made me do before. Then that sensation stopped and Dawson started speaking to me.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry Carly, if you want me to stop just say something!”

“Oh god don’t stop Dawson!” And I swear that I caught out of my right eye, that Dawson smirked before returning to licking me. Of course mom decided that she just had to tell me what she thought.

ANOTHER MALE MAKING SURE YOUR DAMNATION IS GUARANTEED, IS THIS HOW I RAISE YOU CARLY!

I screamed back which must have confused Dawson, some. “YOU NEVER RAISED ME TO WANT ANYTHING BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT HIS COCK FEELS LIKE IN MY PUSSY!”

Dawson stopped pleasuring me with his tongue. “Well someone is anxious isn’t she? Well never let it be said Dawson doesn’t do as the person with him wants!”