It's tough while you're so young. There are so few legitimate ways for you to make money. I'll give it some thought." I have a suggestion," Mom said."...es?" I asked, but she addressed her comment to Dad."He could help you with your... problem at work."Dad looked thoughtful. "You know, he probably could. That's a good thought." What problem?" I asked curiously.Dad gave a little grimace of distaste. "I haven't been promoted in two years, and have barely received raises to keep up with inflation.". She was attractive in a nice way and always held herself well, in a confident manner. She was single (as far as I could tell), and appeared to keep herself to herself.Three days ago, Anna came to my door and asked if I could do a favour for her. She explained that she was having her boiler serviced, but had to go out of town on a hastily arranged business meeting that her company had sent her on. Anna said that the boiler service was a pre - arranged appointment and that she desperately need it. We both knew him through our shared interests in french movies and general arts. So we walked to the movies with this idea in our heads and the descreetly vibrating thai-balls in Margots vagina. I was very excited by the idea that every step we walked her sensitive parts were softly stimulated. Than, seated in the dark, her hand found the way to the swelling under the cloth of my trousers where her fingernail scratched now and then at the very right place.We were taking care not to let me. I must have communicated that to you in my little sighs and moans, my head pressing harder against your length, because you cupped my head and pushed it hard against you, arching your back up at the same time. I opened my mouth at last, and nibbled you right in, moving up and down in tiny gulping bites along your rock hard cotton-clad length. Your hands on me became more intimate, crushing my breasts, rubbing my nipples, slipping under my skirt that had ridden up so high it was no barrier at.