She never planned to have such a strong erotic attraction, but as she says, the erotic fate gods stepped in, and her attraction for the young, good-lo...king twenty-one-year-old took control and their heated passion also took control. It all started when Sasha moved back to her home state after taking a better paying job that allows her to work from home. She jumped at the chance when the offer was made to her and she didn't hesitate to move back home to be closer to the best friend she swore she. Smith.”I extended my hand. Smith paused, but then accepted it. His grip was on the weak side, I noticed.“I brought what we discussed,” I said. It was a pound of the finest California-raised bud I’d ever seen, totally free of seeds. To trade it rather than smoke it went against every fiber of my being. Mr. Smith sensed my dilemma.“Don’t worry. It’ll be more than worth it,” he said, reaching deep in his warmup pouch. I tensed, but he brought out a package shaped somewhat like mine.“Doesn’t look. She had been sitting astride her dream lover fucking hard, and loving it. But she was awake now, and the dream faded more and more as she gained morning consciousness. Still, she could not resist the urge to touch herself and lightly spread her moisture across her aching clit, but this was just teasing herself and she knew it. Sure, she loved to masturbate, and was quite good at it too. She could bring herself to multiple orgasms without much effort. All she had to do was think about a nice. I had good grades, but not good enough for a scholarship. I don't want to be an escort, per se. But I do need to earn good money without spending eight hours a day slaving over a job with no future while trying to keep my grades up." Whoa, girl," Miss Gardenia said, holding up both hands defensively. "I didn't mean to insult you. I was only trying to get a feel for you. After all, you are here seeking employment. And should I hire you I would be your employer. I'm entitled to ask these.