“Do couples have sexy fun like this in here?” Lisa wondered.“Not as often as I’d like to see!” She joked.“Have any fucked in here?”“A ...ew but mostly hand or blow jobs.”Lisa could feel her heart rate increasing. “Do you let any customers touch you?”“Not very often, most men are drunken pigs but some are, more courteous,” she smiled at me.“Do you also let women touch you?”“Yes, if I think we might have the same common interest.”“Would you like to finger my pussy?” Lisa asked, taking my hand from. .. and hers too! I still was walking a little funny with mylegs wide apart, but I felt like the center of attraction from all of thestares we got. We both were followed by teenaged boys and dirty old menthat kept asking us out for dates that night!A month later, that star athlete asked me out on another date. We had anice romantic dinner, and we ended up at the "Lovers Lane" again. I knewthat he would not be satisfied with just another "Blow Job". So, Iconfided to my mother that he had asked. Then she went for rest, around at 5 in the evening she called me and asked what do you want to have for dinner? She said “ask the maid not to come and I will cook for you”. I agreed, she prepared a delicious food and we had our dinner at earliest 7:30, after some times she was reading papers and I login my laptop and enter to my lovely site “indiansexstories” till that time I don’t have any intention on her, when I read one story about fucking friends mother, I too was lining for this, but I. Redding is going to get me out of this place.’ ?You are clearly being unfulfilled here,? he motioned to the diner. ?When was the last time you truly felt fulfilled??She didn’t understand why he would ask this type of question. Shouldn’t he be asking if she knew how to type, or what level of education she had completed, or some other standard interview questions? She could only imagine a ‘standard interview’, as any dead end job she had ever applied for determined only that she could speak.