As I reach down to lift my right breast towards the sun so the wind can swirl underneath, I become aware of the car to my left. I glance over and to m... surprise I know the face looking back at me! One of the men from the construction crew is waving at me. I pucker my lips to acknowledge him and keep on driving. This is my fun time. I do not let my breast fall but keep it in my hand. I do however start pinching my nipple. My beautiful nipple is standing at attention and begging to be pulled. I. She wasalso -- it was the only word -- expensive. Her blond hair was intricatelycurled on top of her head with several long strands hanging down each side ofher face. And her face itself was stunning ? aristocratic. The skin was softand creamy, and her lips were delicate but still full and sensuous. Her eyesremained downcast, and he could not see them. She was dressed in a light blue tailored suit that evenMichael could tell was made for her. The jacket covered her right up to theneck, where it. But the handsome guy decided, in his mind I was gay and proceeded to strike up a conversation with me every time the opportunity presented itself. I had to admit that for the first time, I was enjoying talking openly with some one. I had my first real friend, and for me it was a thrill of a lifetime. So when my new friend asked me to suck his cock, I readily agreed to do it. I knew what sex was, but had always thought of it in the context of boys and girls. I learned quickly that boy and boy. She still enjoys a soft, feminine woman more than a strong, masculine man. Besides, if she is going to get paid more because she sucks his cock, why not do a little more for the pay. Plus, he may just give her a raise. She starts to get wet thinking about the raise, the new game they are about to play and the big, black dildo she had planted in his desk.“How are you after a long weekend without seeing me?” he asks softly.“I’m fine,” she manages to say without stuttering. She really is because.