Cannot drink," I said. "I'm what we refer to as a 'recovering alcoholic'. I haven't touched a drop in ten years, not even communion wine. Once someone...has the addiction it's the safest way to go."She looked stricken. I could tell from the way her colleagues treated her in the shop, the way she related to customers, that she was caring, considerate and sensitive and this was more evidence; more reason to like and respect her."Please, don't be upset about it. I don't mind other people drinking or. So as I told the first story, my first money I made as a whore rendering sexual services at the age of only 17 years old ... I am not ashamed to admit it, on the contrary still I want to tell you about this story ... I know you are very very curious ... in what follows I will satisfy this curiosity for you.Once when I was 17 I went to a Halloween house party dressed as a hooker. (yeah, yeah, been done before but it's true). I wore a short and tight low cut black spandex dress, a silicone padded. ‘I don’t know.’ ‘Damn it, Max I’m getting lost here. It’s sensory overload. These are people that have never talked to me ever.’ Daren said. Max leaned over and kissed him. ‘You need to relax. I told you I was going to make your life better and I am going to keep my word.’ Daren fished out the note from the first period and handed it to her. ‘How is this better?’ Max read it and tried not to laugh as she read the final line. She nodded and handed it back to him. ‘Sounds like they want a piece. I pressed my hips closer and began to dance erotically for him. I could feel his crotch growing harder, and harder and he finally grabbed my hand and pulled me off the dance floor and to the exit. He dragged me across the parking lot without saying a word until we reached his car. He opened the door and bent me over the seat, telling me to spread my legs apart, which I did of course willingly. Then he guided his fingers over my clit and inside my pussy lips fingering me in a wild way. I could.