"Sorry. But Grandmother said you'd probably feel more comfortable if I met you here." She nodded her head away from the bar. "Come on, I've got a b...oth over there." She led Jim to the small booth. "If you want the job, you have to stay like this. I'd say it's a small price to pay for the opportunity." But ... to be stuck like this? A woman?"Anya smiled. "It's not so bad. Like Grandmother said, half the human race is `stuck like that'. Look, you're good at what you do. You proved that. She had found that even if she just gave the older male customers for her cookies a little taste of pussy or a little bit of loving action with her tongue with a pillow under her knees they would do almost anything she asked without question.In a way, she sensed the power between her legs was the driving force of her relationships with men, except, of course, with her brother Jimmy, who she simply adored from the moment she was old enough to give him a sweet sisterly kiss right out in the open. I parted my legs again, not too much- but enough to give her a full view of my exposed cunt. Eager to please me, Natasha leaned down on my pussy and gave it a tight lick with her little tongue. I moan out loud, the touch of her tongue making me feel a lot of different ways I had not felt before. After all, I too was a virgin and Natasha was the one who was taking it.Her fingers began to explore my pussy, entering in swiftly (though, I must admit that she had easy access; I was leaking down. To myself, and certainly to him. All this "you love me" crap.Damn, it was nice.He came back after a few minutes, grabbed clothes, and started putting them on. "Get dressed. All your stuff is on that chair there. Meet you downstairs." Then he was gone.Jesus, what a fucking puzzle.I got dressed, got downstairs, and found him in the kitchen. The coffee was brewing, and he was frying bacon. "Jeez, look at this!" I said. "How domestic!" Mom made sure I learned how to cook. How do you take your.