They Believe Her

"Okay," one of the men finally says, "I guess we'd better get going."

Amy continues to hold onto the counter as the men pay up and begin to walk off, all the while James' fingers continue to slide in and out of her pussy, his thumb rubbing across her clit.

Finally as the two men were out of sight, Amy stepped back, forcing James' fingers out of her pussy and glaring down at him. "What the fuck are you doing?" she screamed at him, making sure that the apron was covering her up.

"Didn't sound like you were complaining," James said with a grin, before bringing his hand up to his lips, licking her juices from his fingers. "Or taste like it either."

"You are sick!" Amy moaned at him, shaking her head. "Give me back my pants!"

James had almost forgotten they were there, and quickly grabbed at her panties, stuffing them down the front of his trousers. "You can come and get them if you like." he teased.