She looked up at him in dismay. She couldn't just come out and ask this stranger that she needed to know what made her husband horny and how to turn h...m on."I -- I -- Uh, I guess I want to learn, to know..." she stumbled badly and ended weakly. This part of the conversation had gone so much easier when she had had it in her mind. George, Mr. Smith, was supposed to know what she needed."You want to learn what? How to tend bar? How to serve drinks?"Alex shook her head. She felt hot. She knew she. “Keep squeezing it baby.” He moaned closing his eyes half way and pushing me against the wall again. His tongue and moans both filling my mouth as I kept squeezing and rubbing his cock. “Ah fuck Adam.” I moaned getting deeper and deeper into the kiss. His hand traveling down my chest unzipping my Hoodie then slipping his hand under my shirt finding my nipple and squeezing it. I moaned loud feeling my cock pulse in my jeans. I felt Adam’s other hand start to open my jeans as he broke our kiss;. “Stockings…” she knew that he wanted her to remove the first of her clothing, the ordeal was about to begin. She kicked off her shoes then rolled off her stockings, throwing them to one side. She stood once more, barefoot, defiant, proud even, . Waiting for the command she knew would soon come. When it did it was another single word “Jacket!” Quickly she shed the jacket, dropping it on the discarded stockings. “Skirt!” she rotated the skirt to reach the zip, it fell from her long shapely. I reached over and pulled her to my shoulder to cry on. As I felt each tear fall from her face onto my shoulder. While stoking her long jet black hair (that went half way down her back), I said “You will see, everything will be better in the morning”. By the time we reached my house she had stopped crying. But she was still visible.I gave her the extra bedroom to relax in while I curled up on the sofa and watched TV. While she took a shower I could only dream of her lathered body just a few.