Chapter Eight
Paying the Bill
A moment after Mrs. McEvers had left for the restroom, the bill arrived. Rachel drummed her fingers idly as she waited for Lisa to return, and she smiled again as she thought once more of the peculiarly shaped purse the woman always carried. Would that bag still smell faintly fishy, the girl wondered wickedly, when Lisa opened it to reach for her wallet? Ah, for how thoroughly, she marveled, had been used the great swelling curve of vein-sculpted rubber now sleeping with that purse, every inch of that gigantic double-headed dildo ebon plunged deep and covered with the squelching lubrication of Lisa and herself. Eyes heavy, she let her mind wander. Being mounted from behind with that thing had truly taken her breath away—God, the thickness of that monstrous b
