”“Sure.” I gave him a fake smile and finished the putting together a Long Island Ice Tea for a customer that didn't need anymore drinks.“What'... wrong?”“Just feeling a little tired.” I turned away from him to give the customer his drink.He moved closer and whispered into my ear. “ Well, if you get a second wind. I would love for you to meet me in my office after hours.”“We'll see.”“What's wrong Amy?” Nicole, the other bartender in the VIP room asked.“Why does everyone keep asking me that?” I. John stood at the door and rang the bell. Not quite sure what to expect, John was pleasantly surprised by what he say. Judith was a 40 year old, slim, attractive blonde. She was wearing a white blouse that was semi-transparent where the material was close to her skin, and a long black skirt that came almost to the floor.John was ushered in and introduced himself to the lady of the house, whose name was Judith. He asked if there was a room he could use to change and she proceeded to show him to. The times they were a-changing. Myparents were 50's k**s, and my mom was just 16 when she had me. Mydad had his Harley, and I and mom rode behind him (before car seatlaws and helmets), and we lived with my dad's mom and aunt, who wealways called just Grandma and Auntie. I don't recall anythingspecifically related to sex before five years old, and even then it isvague. Like many k**s, I got to see my parents naked. The fact thatthe path from my bedroom, which I shared with my younger brother. "He's hot. Besides," she smirked, "I've heard he's HUNG." I thought size didn't matter," I joked."Of course it does, silly; why do you think I'm dating you?" I wasn't porn-star big, but I had nothing to be ashamed of. She had measured me at nearly 8 inches, and told me I was the biggest she had ever had. Well, if I invited Marcus into a threesome with Sarah and I, that wouldn't be the case any longer. I'd seen him in the showers and soft, he might be as big as I was hard."Jesus, baby, I don't.