She forked her fingers on it, squeezed, held on for Rita was kissing her throat and the soft, wet mouth sent fiery waves fanning through her flesh.Rit... murmured, "I burn you with my kisses, my love."Susie had once read the line, a bit from the Song of Bilitis, the love poems of Sappho of Lesbos.She whispered, "But Rita, I'm not Lesbian. Am I?" You are my wood-nymph sweetheart."Fingers brushed at Susie's shoulder. The gauzy material slid down her arm and a palm descended her now-bare left breast. I didn’t really have any advice to give. The dating site was a success, and over the next week she went out with three different guys. I’d help her pick outfits to wear, and give my opinion on how she should wear her hair, but the options were limited. Her wardrobe was very basic, not a single ‘little black dress’ in her closet. And she wasn’t willing to go get her hair done, so the styling was limited to straight and down. But regardless, she went on the dates, and had a nice time, but that. Matt’s stern glares didn’t stop the others from asking me my opinion on some things. I spoke with candor not only for their benefit but also to tease them more. Lunch didn’t last long enough for my liking, but as I mentioned, by lunchtime they were putty in my hands.As we got up to get back to work, I asked them if they’d like some beer while they worked. Shaking a finger at them I told them that I wouldn’t tell their parents about it. They all agreed that some beer sounded excellent. I. I put my conditions. I will accept to accompany only if I like the persons. My mobile number and address should not be revealed to anyone. Car should drop and pick me up. That was how I landed this job and I didn’t look back. I struck a Gold mine, in all senses. I was fucked by many men and enjoyed many 3 and 4 sums , sex parties ……and of course, made a great deal of money. Bhatias were thrilled. I seduced and enticed most difficult customers and sold many properties. I put all the cash in bank.