I tried to appear confident and natural but I was terrified someone might clock me for what I am. My makeup was impeccable and my wig looked natural. ...f I was dressed more conservatively, they might look right past me but I looked like a prostitute.A car stopped and a low voice hummed through the open passenger window. “You looking for a date, beautiful?”I knew that was code for ‘I’ll give you money for sex.’ If I didn’t already have a date I might have stopped and talked to the man. He looked. Her reaction concretes his idea, and he smiles back.“I think you’ll like it.”“I think I will, too.”“Come here.” Owen pulls Alyssa through the foyer to the living room. Despite revealing they wouldn’t be alone, the house seems void of anyone else. The poshly furnished room is empty of people. In the center is a type of massage table. Alyssa’s curiosity is piqued. Before she can ask any questions, Owen is on his knees, his head under her skirt, licking her. Alyssa gasps, holding his shoulders for. At least that’s what we said. It happened a couple of months ago when we were in the city for a concert and staying at a hotel. It was a pretty nice hotel and we’re from a very small town so we decided to stay a couple of extra days and just relax and enjoy the city. It was a Thursday and we had been out sight seeing and shopping all day and decided to head back to the hotel and relax. There was a bar connected to the lobby of our hotel and I saw the game on in there and talked Sarah into. She let go of his face and grabbed his hand guiding it to her breast. Jim massaged the bottom and worked his way up to her nipple. Pinching lightly then rubbing around it. Janet moaned in his mouth but continued kissing him. Jim lowered his hand to her tummy and rubbed as if massaging her then lowered his hand to her mound to rub her clit to make sure she wasn’t sensitive anymore. She moaned as his hand grazed over her clit, but she didn’t flinch, so Jim knew she was ready. Jim grabbed Janet.