I poured oil over it. He said nothing."Turn over please, Mr. Maxwell."He turned over on his back, revealing his lovely, muscular chest. I straddled hi..., leaning over his face and letting my breasts dangle before him, tantalizing, like a pair of plump overgrown apples."Do you want me?" I asked him."Yes," he said."I know you want me."I sat back onto his pelvis, reaching around with my left hand to guide his dick into me. I felt his male adornment part me and fill me. It was stiff and hard and. "I look like a hooker. I sure hope that no one who knows me sees me like this." You will be fine." Okay, here goes" and she got out of the car.I watched her walk into the bar and thought that she did indeed look like a hooker in her short skirt, low cut top and four inch heels. Appropriate I thought, since as far as I was concerned she was a whore. I gave her fifteen minutes and then I followed her in. I saw her sitting at a table close to the dance floor so I moved to the bar and took a stool. So I said would you mind if I see them. She gave me a cheeky smile and invited me into her bedroom to have a look. I was expecting more of the same I had seen her wear to Davey’s but got quite a shock as she had some very nice sexy clothes laid out in the room. I asked her if she had been trying any on before meeting me and she blushed and said almost all of them. I then started picking up some items and she asked if they where what I liked to which I replied cheekily it’s hard to tell until. . . way too nervous considering I was just meeting a girl. Well to be honest, she wasn’t just any girl. She was really hot stuff. All these thoughts and more plagued me. I let my mind wander back to a day some six months ago when I, having nothing better to do logged onto some random chat site. My intention was to have a laugh or two.. Browsing randomly through the list of people online, I happened on the name ARIEL.And that was the beginning…sounds, insignificant doesn’t it but aren’t the.