.." There wasn't shit she could say -- and she knew it."Bring us our drinks, Honey." Jack waved her off.I felt a little sympathy, so I muttered, "You ...ere rough on her." When did you see them pass around that girl?" Jack asked.'Uh oh -- now it's MY turn!' "It's been months." How many times do you figure it's happened?" Jack pressed."Several..." And she's still working here," Jack accused. "She's a cocktail waitress -- she can find work elsewhere. She likes it. She likes to watch. The bartender. I sucked her clit for awhile then I stood up and moved down to her feet and begin stroking her feet then her calf' s and up to the inside of her thighs. I tasted of her soft skin of her inner thighs.. I eased up between her legs ...and let me tell you her pussy did taste like Strawberry. I swirled my tongue as if I was searching for whipped cream... Sable was spreading her legs wider and wider and I was doing my best to lick deeper and deeper. Sable had already had 1 orgasm before I had reached. As for her being supposedly a “plain Jane,” it was only the lack of make-up there to fully bring out her complexion. Her shy smile was pretty in its own way, with the small mouth that she had and the way that she nervously looked at us before Kim spoke to her in Korean.Melissa and I looked at each other, nodded, and I told Kim, “You two should take your shower first, together. Melissa and I will wait until you’re done. I want to see what happens with you showering together.”“I agree,” Henry. I was biologically a boy, enjoyed masturbating, very thoroughly enjoyed anal stimulation, and enjoyed dressing like a girl. It wasn't till the mid-teen years of course that I bothered to start to call into question if my appreciation for those things related in some way to my sexual preferences or sexual identity. I certainly didn't reach any conclusions at the time but didn't let the internal exploration of it worry me too much either. I was who I was.I knew I was attracted to girls and never.