EMMA
I sent Damian several more pics over the last two days. The latest was a pic from my shower that morning. My t**s were all sudsy with my hard, pink n*****s poking out from the bubbles. He’d yet to respond to any of them, but I knew he was looking at them. I could see it in his eyes the few times I’d run into him at the club. He was making a point to stay away from me, but I knew it couldn’t last. He needed me as much as I needed him. I was confident he’d figure that out sooner rather than later.
When I showed up for work, the waitresses were having a moment of panic. I’d gotten to know all of them pretty well by now, and I liked all of them. Well, except for Jessica who always managed to be as nasty as possible. Knowing she’d had her mouth around my man’s d**k didn’t rate her very h
