” I leaned back further in my chair and pretended to close my eyes, envisioning the scene. “And there is a girl in a bikini, waiting in a long lin... at one of those beach bathrooms, you know like the old smelly stone ones with the showers outside and everything.”“Awe come on.” Fern says beginning to quickly pace back and forth across my office. “Just don’t talk about the bathroom or anything like that, please.”An idea that is equal parts intriguing and mischievous creeps into my mind before I. I was hired as the "talent" for a party. My particular "talent" was to pretend I was an eighth grader, little Brenda the "nympho" and to eagerly do any kind of sex thing that anybody there could imagine, with exceptions for poop, or blood or barf. Some guys actually get off by having a woman puke on them. Barf was high on my list of things I would never do, no matter how much money they offered me. I have to say, that my standards weren't very high, but at least I had some. I got fucked so many. Heather could sense Jayla was almost finished, she kept her pace, moving her free hand to touch Jayla’s smaller breasts, slowing only when Jayla began to cum, her body rocked with the power of it, she hadn’t ever experienced this level of pleasure, and her body could hardly contain it, she took in deep breaths as her mind came back into focus, her body relaxed, growing tired from the events of the past few minutes. Heather smiled down at her work, she wiped a strand of hair off of Jayla’s face,. I could feel her eyes all over me which turned me on to be honest, clearly she had never been with another female sexually. I leaned in and pressed my soft lips against hers, already moans were escaping. I placed my hands on her knees which were trembling, I assured her everything would be alright. My hands passed over the sides of her legs then hips before I locked my index fingers in the waistband of her panties, a strong pull releaved her from them. She had a pretty shaved pussy with a puff.