She didn't mean to hurt his feelings, and certainly didn't mean to ruin the guys only chance of getting his cock played with. When he came back she tr...ed to apologize and convince him he should go. But it was too late. He had weighed all her points and said he would not forgive himself if he paid for it, and risked disease or worse. He said, all he really even wanted was a damn handjob to be honest. My wife kind of squirmed at his frankness. But he explained he was just so in need of some. Taylor blushed at Michael calling her a cute hottie and then wondered whythat made her blush and felt awkward."You have to dance on stage, strip, tease, coo, giggle, flirt, givelapdances and try to entice guys into the 'champagne room' and basicallydo things that repulse you.. if you're straight, act like you're lovingit the whole time, and line up as many blow jobs and suck as much cock asyou can as fast as you can, and swallow, in order to get your old bodyand your old life back," he said. . She looked over his shoulder and saw that he was studying a transliteration of the Vulcan software.She put her hand on the small of his back and he jumped a little before he realized who had touched him."You wanted to see me?" she asked once she had captured his attention."If I only wanted to see you, I'd drop by your quarters in the evening," he joked and she was happy to see him chuckle. "The view's much more entertaining then." You goof," she shot back with a smile and gave him a playful. As if on autopilot, Janice spreads her legs open, blinking to adjust her eyes to the light.The way Beth is running her tongue across her pussy is exquisite. She runs her fingers through the shiny black curls of her mistress’ hair and arches her hips upward into her mouth. Beth grins toothily at her slave’s willing participation and changes her attention to her clit. Janice throws her leg over her lover’s shoulder and curls her foot around her neck.“Yes, Mistress...” she moans.Beth works her.