I was due for work in less than an hour, Isomehow knew. I turned slowly to the bathroom as the male me began tosnore. I washed myself, toweled off a... best I could and put on mycocktail waitress dress. I swallowed and tried to be depressed aboutthe situation, but somehow things really didn't seem that bad. I hadjust had sex with a rich, handsome guy who gave me multiple orgasms. Iwas about to start my shift at a job I loved. I was really pretty. Ibrushed my hair and saw the nametag on my. I say man, I mean teenager – young teenagers.Sam is just about eighteen. We’ve known each other for just under two years now. He lives about fifteen doors away and we started seeing each other when I snapped my Achilles tendon doing the usual stupid exercise of skipping. I had to rest up as I could not drive anywhere. His mum and I were friends and she volunteered him to do the shopping for me. Well, that’s how it started. Teasing him was fun, at first, but the teasing got too much for both of. “No, not this time, Andrew. Tonight, we're doing it my way." “No, no,” he shouted "you know how I like my sex. Come on, get undressed, but leave your panties on to gag me later." "That's just it, Andrew, I do know how you like your sex. But, do you know how I like mine?” He looked blankly at me. He really didn't have a clue about my wants or needs. I don't think he ever did. "I think we'll watch a film first and I'll have a drink while it's starting." "Come on, Andrea," he pleaded as I fed. It just couldn't overpower the feeling of nerves; and yet sexual excitement I felt. I felt, as I can only put it, like a slut. I'd never felt this way before and I wasn't too sure I liked it. Sure, I had done this before but not like this. As I had woken from my slumber that morning, I decided to check my emails. Perhaps it was a ridiculous idea to put out an ad for a “suck and go”. I prepared myself for the disappointment that would follow.I had an email with no name given. The subject line.