.

Orion comes back wearing a pair of cut-off camoflauge shorts, and a black t-shirt, which shows his muscled physique fairly well, his feet are adorned with a pair of black Doc Martens.

"Mmmm... that's a good look for you." He returns her kiss and says, "Yeah there's bound to be a twenty-four hour diner somewhere, this is a fucking college town after all."
 
"I'm flattered that you think I'm the sexiest boss you've ever had. Guess I'm not quite the Loser you thought I was." He winked at her, and said, "You will be the sexiest secretary I've ever had, by far, and the only one I'd fuck on a regular basis." He led her to the garage and opened the passenger side door for her, and shut it after she got in. He came around to the drivers side and opened the door getting behind the wheel he shut his door, and enjoyed the wonder of his brand new Infiniti M. The keys in his pocket tell the doors to unlock, and the ignition is now ready with just the push of a button, his keys never leaving his pocket. "I think we'll head down Main, there are a ton of diner type places there."
 
He smiles pulling out of the driveway, onto the street. "Well you are more than welcome to suck and fuck it as often as you'd like, I won't stop you."
 
"I think there is a law in the book of man, that if you turn down blowjobs and sex, you are immediately required to turn in your membership card to the male sex. At least I thought I heard that somewhere!"

They came to a little mom and pop diner, "Ah, they look open, shall we?"
 
Logan took a hold of Heidi's hand and as they walked away the car locked itself, and armed the alarm.

As they entered a college-aged blonde greeted them.

"Welcome to the 24 hour cafe, you two care for a table or a booth?"

He really had no preference but selected a booth, as they offered a little more privacy.

"My name is Alicia, and I'll be your waitress this evening/morning, whatever you'd like to call it. What would you like to drink?"

"I'll have a Diet Pepsi or Coke which ever company you guys go with here. What would you like to drink?"
 
As the waitress returned with the drinks, he noticed both had lemons. Well it is customary to put lemons in diet soda, after all.

"Do you guys know what you want, or do you need a few minutes?"

"I could use a couple of minutes, what about you," and he winked here, "slave?"

The waitress blanched at the use of the word slave, but Logan said it only because of the smarmy look she gave Heidi's collar earlier.
 
He smiles at her, "Isn't it great fun, if only I'd thought to ask if you had a leash. Oh here she comes again."

"Are you ready?" she asked, clearly not wanting to be too long at this table now.


Logan looks at the waitress, "Yes, I have decided that I will have your Steak and Eggs, Steak Medium, Eggs Scrambled, Sausage Links, and French Fries instead of Hash Browns. My Slave here, will have Pancakes and Sausage, and I think we could both use a refill of Diet Pepsi please."

"No problem, more Diet Pepsi," Alicia looks toward Heidi, now a look of compassion on her face.

After she had left, Logan kisses Heidi's cheek and whispers, "Too bad we can't show her your ass."
 
"Oh if you aren't a devious one, make it so. Let her see the welts across that magnificient ass of yours." He kisses her, feeling her tits there in public in front of God and the waitress.
 
Logan got up and excused himself as headed to the restroom. Once he was out of earshot the waitress looked at Heidi and said, "You know, it is 2005 and you don't have to bow to any man. I can give you the number of a shelter for battered women. It's completely anonymous and they won't even let that asshole in the door."
 
Logan returned to their booth, and he could see the ire in Heidi's eyes. That waitress may have bitten off more than she could chew here.

"Ah, my pet, what is wrong?"
 
Logan laughed..."That's rich, she's just jealous because she isn't getting a nine and a half inch cock, buried in her cunt whenever she desires it."

They both heard a gasp after he stated the size of his cock, and the waitress quickly covered her mouth and ran to the back.

"Probably going back to finger fuck herself now."
 
"Mmm... better be careful or you're gonna find yourself impaled when we get home. Perhaps we can make her a movie and send it to her. That'd be great."
 
"Hi, we're running a little survey here, my slave says you want to fuck us, would you care to give us your input."

Her eyes went wide, "I, uh, I, uh, sex, fuck, I, excuse me."
 
"Yes, that's too bad, she doesn't know what she's missing. I think that crop would have left nice marks on her ass, and tits. Oh well, I guess I'll have to reserve it all for you." He said as he finished his Steak and Eggs.
 
"What's so surprising about it? It's not like it's terribly difficult to wield, besides, I grew up on a farm and rode horses as a child."
 
"I'll tell you this, I definately prefer riding you. You are like a little sex machine." Logan slipped his hand under her skirt, running his fingers along her thong, feeling her sex.
 
"Yes, I think you do, but I'll never complain about it." He slips a finger between her thong and starts massaging her clit, and whispers in her ear. "Silent, don't make a sound, we might make the waitress jealous again."
 
Logan sinks another finger into Heidi's wet cunt, sliding them in and out, his thumb begins to slowly rub and massage her clit. Above the table he takes a sip of his Soda and again cautions Heidi to maintain, he has an idea for a tip for this waitress. Of course the customary monetary tip, but his intention is to get Heidi's thong sopping wet and also leave it as a tip. He'll discuss this with Heidi first. He explains his idea to her, and then mentions that perhpas they should leave their phone number also, in case she changes her mind one day.
 
Logan laughs, and admits to being a freak. He lives the tip on the table, their phone number, her panties and five bucks. "Okay, let's go, you wanna head home, or go somewhere else?" He pays the bill and leads them to his car.
 
"We could go to a bar, that could be fun. But whatever will you do with no panties? I mean everyone will be able to see your pussy if you bend over." Hmm, that might not be so bad, he thought to himself.
 
With her tongue sticking out of her mouth, Logan kissed her passionately, his tongue twirling around hers. When he broke the kiss he said, "Let's goto the bar, I want you nice and liqoured up."
 
He imitates an old fashioned villain twirling his moustache. "Because my lovely, I don't want you remembering all the horrible things I'm going to do to your body this night! Muahahahahahaha!"
 
"Am I? I'm not the one calling their master by their given name. Perhaps you shouldn't be allowed in public after this. Get in the car, slave! We're going home!"
 
He starts the car and drives them home, once in the garage he turns the car off. "Okay, go to your room and wait for me there," he orders her. Seeing that she has done so, he grabs a couple lengths of rope, and enters her room. "Now, you are in trouble." He grabs the crop in one hand and the rope in the other.
 
He ties her arms behind her back, and that rope he tied to the bedpost. He then tied her legs together she was now effectively stuck this way. "Hmm, what to do, your ass is already torn up, and I don't want you to feel too much more pain." He lightly brushes the crop against her tits. "I would've smacked the waitresses tits with this, but I don't care much about her."
 
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