For the right tip I could find out how that sweet pussy felt under my fingers. It was always nice to smell pussy on my fingers at the end of the nigh... if nothing else happened.I was in one club in the early evening when the manager approached me and asked if I was interested in bar-tending. After telling him I knew only what I had observed from the front side of the bar he hired me saying I could learn. But I would be starting at another, smaller club on the far side of town.I was really. I change the movement to start at your knee and move down to your ankle then from your ankle back up and finally am rewarded with another soft sigh from you as we both feel the last of the tension slip away from the second calve. I turn to face your head now, the sound of my hands warming the oil again, a bird somewhere outside calling softly. I begin with your neck now, having moved your hair to the side and off of it. Thumbs in the middle of your neck, fingers drawing the muscles on the side. “So, what sounds good for dinner?” I wondered.“Well, how hungry are you?” Travis asked, as he was smiling.“Very, and don't make the cock or pussy joke, it's been done,” I replied.We both laughed for a minute because it was still funny. Then I had an idea, I was unsure if he'd go for it though.“Well, why don't you go on a date with your mom?” I asked.“You wanna go out in public, on a date?” Travis asked.“Yes, why not?” I pondered.He looked down, I guessed he was thinking about it.“Are you gonna. I took a deep breath and sat up. The Host grabbed the glass from the plate warmer and handed it to me. As I pulled the almost-full glass up to my lips, I looked at the men. Every pair of eyes was glued to me. Many of the men were stroking their cocks, excited for what was to happen. I closed my eyes and tilted the glass. I opened my mouth and when the sperm hit my lips, my heart almost skipped a beat! As my mouth began to fill, as I began to chug the cum in the glass, it was to the cheers.