But after a second I realised that he didn't really care about what I was telling him, he cared more about what I was showing him.I was standing in my...panties and a vest top, with my cleavage elevated over the top by the bra I was wearing.''Well, that's fine.'' he replied, unable it seemed to take his eyes off of me. ''I have to be up early, for work.'' I told him. It was a gentle hint for him to piss off, but he lingered a little longer and then an idea came to mind.''Of course, if you wanted. It took time before one of his buddies showed up wanting me & in between that time indian daddie wanted me all to myself before he whored me off. Nothing real special compared to the first time, he fucked my ass in a closet while his son was eating breakfast next door. All I remembered was a dark room, my face shoved into the maids pillows while daddie shoved his uncut cock into my anus. The veins on his brown cock pulsing with blood while in there felt great. Then came a day, this tall muscle. He wasn’t very talkative. His eyes did most of his talking, and his good looks made up for his lack of conversation.“So, Mike, what do you do for a living?” I asked. It was a lame question, but I was trying to get a conversation started.“Look, Beverly. How about we cut out the bullshit small-talk and cut to the chase. The first thing I thought of when I saw you out on the dance floor was – I wonder if she shaves her pussy,” he said and paused to watch the surprised look on my face. Then he. I'm not even sure she wanted to. She may have been pleased by the little surprise he brought her.She ignored the second man and took an inventory of Vic. I don't know what she was expecting. But much to my surprise she didn't seem disappointed. From the look on her face I have to assume that he was just what she was hoping for. She wasn't smiling. She didn't greet him like a lover. But I could see in her eyes that she was excited. I have to assume that she wanted her introduction to kinky sex.