Her own family was not wealthy like him. They ran a small kebab restaurant downtown but the competition was hard. But they got by. They had wanted her...to go to college, but couldn't afford the fees. Therefore they had got her a job in order to save up. They would not have let her work otherwise.Poorly educated themselves, they had wanted the best for their daughter and saw education as the key to a life they couldn't afford to give her. Like Mo's parents they had come from Lebanon with barely. I stood in my room, examining my clothes. I had laid out a black cocktail dress for the event. But standing before my bed now, after a week in this town, I decided to take a different fashion path. I descended the mahogany staircase. Clad in a brown suede jacket, a white shell top peaking from beneath, a white flared skirt left over from last year’s petticoat craze, and brown suede cowboy boots of a decade ago, I looked, as Mr. McKay said, like a local. I pulled up in front of the Sanvalle. Jackie looked at me and whispered “you can still have some fun”. I thought about it as I headed back to the table. When Jackie and I got there, Rose had left, but she left me a message. On the napkin was her number with a smiley face. I told Jackie to lets go, and while she wanted to stay; she led us back to her place. I text Rose, and left the address, incase she wanted to hang out. The morning sun hit the back windows first and lit up the living room. It was only 7am but I was up before 6am,. She too had noticed the woman and she also told me that the woman smiled when her knee jerked as if she knew what had happened. I continued back to rubbing her inner thigh, and taking a larger step when I leaned over and ordered her to pull out my cock and stroke it. She didn’t protest but nervously unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard cock. She began stroking me slowly not to bring any attention to ourselves. For 10 minutes, she stroked my cock, and I rubbed her pussy and clit, twice I.