Mister Demos just picks me up sometimes and drives to a remote place and sometimes I jack-him off or suck him. He wanted to fuck me but I told him I d...dn’t do that and he accepted it without a complaint. Even for five hundred dollars, I turned that down. A more recent referral, Mister Grant, was, like Mister Charney, a single man with no children but he called just like he wanted me to babysit. As we were driving away from my house, he asked me for something that the others, so far, hadn’t. He pulled me close and said, "Smells good." It's just spaghetti and French buns Daddy." Oh yeah, the food too."I wrinkled my nose at him and it suddenly dawned on me that he meant that I smelled good. He had never said anything like that to me and I wasn't sure what he meant. "I don't wear any perfume." I know, but you still smell good." Oh," was all I could think to say so I hung up the apron and left for my bedroom. I decided that I must need another shower so I stripped off my shorts, top,. We continued to do this back and forth as we got ourselves closer to the edge. Finally we both approached the point of no return and had to stop. “John eat my pussy to get me closer,” Kelcy instructed. So I got down and started licking her clit while I fingered her pussy. Andy moved up to her mouth and she alternated between sucking him and jerking him, stopping as necessary to keep him from cumming. After about 5 minutes of eating her and fingering her she yelled, “oh god stop you’re going to. The back of my neck. I dance away from him as he growls this tiny noise deep in his throat“No Darling. Not yet.”I plop down in an over stuffed chair and dangle my legs over the arm. One last draw off my beer and it's empty.“Remember those rumors in school Darling? The ones of the sluts that would fuck with bottles?”I watch his eyes grow dark as I slide the bottle between my jean clad thighs.I raise my hips slowly as I lock eyes with him, rubbing myself shamelessly on the round hard glass. My.