I am about 5’8” I weigh about 180lbs and I have 34C tits. I know I am not a looker and I have known that for a long time. So I make up for that by...being the best at what I do, service cock when I am told, where I am told, and how I am told. I do it very well.How does a girl get to this point? That is a long story. When I was 13 I used to spy on twin brothers, Bill and Wayne, who are 3 years older than me. I did everything I could to walk in on one of them in the shower, or walk by their room. I was speechless as I saw her begin to move her fingers lightly up the length of my thigh. She slowly stroked along my leg, as if tracing an imaginary line towards the side of my hip. She paused before saying, “Well... you may be a teenage pervert, but your not that little, are you?”I watched as that same smile returned to her face, before I turned my attention back to her fingers, as they began to move to my waist, just above my throbbing member. As her fingers began to move forward, there was. You’re doing the right thing. If you didn’t you’d feel guilty and miserable.’ She sniffed. ‘I know, that’s the trouble.’ Her face changed. ‘Luke will you join our party? I feel like a spare wheel, Wilhelm wouldn’t come because he’s sulking about my going and I need someone to cheer me up.’ It took me three tenths of a second to make up my mind. I picked up my wineglass and stood. ‘Your wish is my command, madam. It’ll be a privilege.’ They were a nice bunch, obviously sad that Olga was going. Her fingers slid down his smoothly muscled, sweat-soaked back and around the waist of his trousers. Fingers fumbling, she hastened to run the zipper down its metallic track."Are you sure you want this?" he asked, breaking off the kiss for a moment."Yes, God, yes!" Veronica cried. "You have no idea how much I want this." Those legs, those damned legs of yours," Bennet muttered. "Always was a sucker for a chick with dynamite legs like yours."Veronica was past caring why Karl Bennet wanted to fuck.