I’ve got to give him that.- ‘You have a choice to make, if you wear the pendant for the rest of his stay, you’ll be expected to attend to him. I... you leave it here on his bed stand, he’ll know he can count on you.’ Taylor froze not knowing the depth of significance when he had given her the pendant. Her fingers lay on the metallic disk hovering slightly over her breasts. -He had said it would just keep others away.- The implication that the simple silver pendant was more than only a deterrent. Zelda's tits were a handful, which was all to the good. I've never studied bra sizes but I figured that she must have been a 36D. Well, like they say, anything more than a handful — or a mouthful — is wasted.Sure enough, when I put my hands on her, Zelda leaned back against me, the universal signal that she liked it, keep going. I fleetingly thought back to the days when I really deserved to be called a little man, a skinny kid at age thirteen with pimples and a perpetual hard-on. If I had. The conversation was brief to say the least and as for applying for work it didn't come much easier. After her introduction and a few invented work experience tales, he asked her to come in for a trial for a night. Before she even asked he told her yes, she'd be getting paid $125 cash for the night if she got the job or not.The owner of the wine bar was a slight, neatly dressed Italian man called Vince who turned out to be a rarity amongst business men. Vince genuinely cared for and looked out. She looked firm and trim from thigh to toes. “Are you alone?”“Of course, why wouldn't I be?”“Well I thought you might have a friend here to meet me.”My sister cocked her head to one side, studied me briefly then grinned “Oh, you think that I invited you over to meet a girl? No, I asked you to come over because I'm horny and want to have sex.”I stopped in mid step. I heard the words, I understood the words, but I couldn't get my mind to accept the words. “You want me to screw you?”Paula.