I'm sorry. . . Mam, Uh . . .I'm here about the Milk Server position." I stammered out. She walked in circles around me, scanning me up and down ."H...w old are you"? She asked."Umm. . . 33" I replied."I don't think, you're what we're looking for. And we're closed. And I'm currently in the middle of something important. Please leave now." She then turned around and headed in to the flicking room of possible porn in the back.I stood in the shop for about a minute, thinking about what the hell. The only hair I could see was a nice furry tuft on his smooth tummy and around the base of his cock. His balls were cute and small and hairless.I said I thought he looked gorgeous and that I was aching to wank his cock. By this time, I think he was fully aroused again and was eager to experience a handjob from a stranger. So he let me continue, but this time I got down on my knees so I could hold his cock better. As he was uncut, my wanking action unrolled and rolled his foreskin back and forth. "It's not just that," she sobbed, "I have these feelings that scare me."Well nothing new in that, I thought."It's like some part of me wants to suck his dick," she sobbed, "even someone like him." Look sis, it's all part of growing up," I explained, "you will have these feelings and urges but please direct then at some one more worth while."She clung onto me and I could feel her small tits up against my chest."I could suck your dick," she said in a small voice."Don't even think like that," I. Her milky white freckled skin was usually hidden underneath thick plate, with an armoured skirt to improve mobility. In battle she wielded a hammer and a heavy shield. Despite her fearlessness in combat, her noble upbringing had isolated her from the real world. This meant she was completely naïve about social situations, often becoming anxious and sometimes being taken advantage of due to her innocence, unrelenting honesty, and gullibility.Her stoic second in command, and closest friend, was a.