“Do I know you?” the waitress asked slowly, looking at me curiously. I just smiled mature at her and shook my head “how do you know all that about me.” “HOW DO YOU DO THAT?!?” Racheal squealed as she absorbed what the blonde mature waitress – Dorothy - was saying. “I see things.” I said with another shrug. “No way” Jess chimed in, “Spill!” “Okay okay…” I held my hands in defeat, laughing. “Her name is Dorothy, there’s faded lettering just above her breast pocket, I’m guessing that it used to be stitched in there?” Dorothy nodded. “I know she has a dog because there are a few white hairs on the cuff of your trousers, too long to be cat hairs and too think to be human, besides, you don’t have a grey hair in there” I motioned towards her head in mock flirtation, she blushed and smiled. “You have a little bit of a limp in your left leg, which hurts as you take the weight off your foot, not when you put it down – typical symptom of Arthritis, or a badly blistered heal” Dorothy confirmed she had arthritis in her knees and elbows. “I knew she had been MILF working here for a while because of her fingers” I continued, all three women looked at Dorothy’s hands. “Those plates are burning hot and you Milf Sex picked cougar them up without even flinching, that kind of nerve damage comes from years of carrying hot plates, also it would be a massive coincidence if another Dorothy had a shirt that fitted you with her name stitched into it” She eventually fucked that guy that night, letting him cum in her blonde mature pussy as Rohit came into her panties in his hand. Her snatch clenched around me. An incredible mature delight that flowed down my shaft to my cougar cunt. He stared at it for a few seconds and then realized he was not okay. She hurriedly took Lucilla by the hand and pulled her away, hoping to escape before my wrath sought her out. She did it four times a year. He also told me to wear my nipple and clit chains. Guanting settled between my thighs. “You will stay silent or Milf Sex you will be gagged, and with something you really won’t like.” “We have been combat robot champions for the last two years.” “Why are we doing this?” Alyssa said as she MILF too stood up and took off her pants. After a very long, very tight hug, we retrieved his bag and headed to my car. Sally approached the car with caution, thinking that she needed to lure her client into the hotel room.