”“Not a problem,” I told them, as I paid for breakfast since the guys had paid for dinner last evening.“Car rentals are expensive,” Chuck re...inded me.“It’s okay, Sweetie,” I told him before asking the waitress where we could find maps of Atlanta. She directed us to a service station near the interstate. There was a car rental place just down the street from the motel, and we headed there.The rental place was part of a nationally known company, so we felt confident in renting there. I was the. Men are supposed to touch women’s tits. Sure they needed to be invited to do it (I knew that, even if it had never been my reality) but it’s natural and normal. But all I kept thinking is that I needed to do something for him. In my weird way of thinking, he was a man in need and I was a whore who took care of those kinds of things. That was it! I felt obligated! I felt like I needed to give him what no one else ever had.It made sense – and I knew that Jason was a friend who didn’t expect. Just laying there with my tits and pussy exposed made me hot and ready for his magic fingers.Bob dripped the warm oil over my tits and then began to rub them. He especially played with the nipples making sure they were covered in the oil. He massaged my large tits then kissed each nipple. I arched my back to his mouth as he kissed letting him know I want more of that mouth over those tits. He then kissed and sucked and pulled the nipples with his teeth.He then poured oil over my stomach and on. I was a pretty awkward young man and didn’t recognize flirting for what it was. Still, I paid attention, and Sharon enjoyed it. Working in close quarters, we bumped into each other more and more. Bumping into someone is inevitable in a fast food environment as you rush around reaching for this or that, as you pack orders. At the time, I didn’t understand that Sharon was allowing me to bump into her, in fact making herself available. It was intentional, but I didn’t realize that till now. As.