‘Excuse me miss, but you’re something else!’ You smile and fold your arms under your chest. Casually, I say, ‘For these breakfasts and $150, s...e’ll go into the back room and take care of you.’ Flabbergasted, the waiter stammers, ‘R-r-really?’ You give him a big smile and say, ‘You can play with my tits and cum in my mouth or my cunt, whichever you want. What’s your name?’ ‘Oh, wow! Harry. But what about the rest of my customers?’ ‘I’ll stay here and give them coffee and donuts or anything from. I know the neighborhood boys, and men, love me.I was hooked on sex. I wanted to try everything. I really liked older boys; they were much better than guys my age were were, so usually my brothers friends would take care of my needs. I had probably had sex with over 25 guys, most of them were at least 5 years older, but some were in their 40’s. I started hanging out in a bar where a lot of lawyers, doctors and other professionals went. When I decided to dress up, I looked old enough to be in a. As I showered I got into a darker and darker funk. Tiffany's Dad was undoubtedly the reason I was stuck coaching these girls. I didn't hate the girls as much today as I did on Monday, but if I could get out of this gig I would do it in an instant. I knew I shouldn't focus my anger on Tiffany but she was the Mayor's daughter. It was hard to separate the two.I thought about Tuesday when Tiffany said she had no panties on under her golf skirt and my mood began to lift. I thought about Tiffany. His half-hearted, muffled protestations were instinctive yet helpless.“Shush……..”It wasn’t Lina’s voice, and any sense of alarm failed to materialise as her firm stroking of his cock quickly mollified him.The same soft hands grasped his shoulders, as next her left foot kicked his left leg further out. She did the same with his right leg. As she caressed her body against his, he knew he was being straddled. Expectant and motionless on the chair, a firm hand grasped his rigid shaft. It had to be.