She was a single mother that worked hard and cared for her and her son. His mother had several jobs and when she wasn’t home, Peter liked to look t...rough her room. He knew she wouldn’t like that, but he sometimes was there for many hours by himself. It wasn’t like he was a kid, he was eighteen.His mother loved lingerie and had so many different outfits. Some were more like costumes but most of them were very short and very sheer. Peter would often strip and smell his mother’s used panties. When I went for my interview I dressed as provocatively as possible. Lots of make-up, little red heels, short skirt, white stockings, tight top to show off my 40D breasts. Lots of giggling and smiling, showing lots of leg to my male interviewer. I got the job.Here I am for the last week dressed 3 nights a week as this female hostess seating patrons in the restaurant. Sarina makes sure I'm dressed in a very, very Christmas fashion.When I see all these different men and I have to show them to. The motion spoke volumes; with a simple squeezing of his hand he would be able to control my entire body. I didn’t know if he would bury my face in the pillow, or break my neck, or squeeze my head in its entirety and squish my brains into a paste.“I… I understand.” I said, sheepishly resigned. “Art?”“Yes?” He said as he ran his hand through my hair and shifted his weight around on the bed.“Please don’t hurt me.”Art didn’t reply. He had taken off his shorts and had cast them to the floor. His. I was feeling horny and erotic I wanted to masturbate and cum but at that age, I thought that if I don’t cum on one day then next day I can cum more…So I thought I can cum more on Nikhil.As I was watching the porn I inserted my middle finger in my ass and noticed that I was not easy to get inside so I took vaseline from my mom’s cupboard and then tried it again.I took vaseline on my finger and inserted it slowly into my ass. It was tough to insert at first but gradually it went inside and moved.