.” “I need to vomit” she half whispered half grunted, I picked her up in my arms, “all right girl, to the bathroom with you” … when I l...fted her lightweight body of the ground I saw she was lying on her purse which was open and had a little tiny red thong peeking out of it – just that made my dick harden.We got to the big bathroom and I lowered her down on the floor, she kneeled in front of the toilet holding herself up by the toiled bowl , and tried to vomit, her hair slipped in to the bowl. Not a boyfriend”.“This is, well…” I tried to come up with an answer, but the technical manuals on my shelves weren’t offering one.Laura forced herself to look at me, and her eyes were blinking pleadingly. “Please, dad. I can’t ask anyone else, and I just want to know how it feels like. I promise I’ll keep my eyes closed, so I won’t see you naked or anything and it won’t be embarrassing.”“Right now? Just this one time?” I said without thinking, immediately wanting to strangle myself. Why had I. The young woman brought me the food and I thanked her and tipped her a hundred, her eyes wide as she left, its only money I said.Nodding as she walked out the door, I woofed the five plates of food in record time, hardly appeasing the pain I was feeling or the growing hunger. A minute later another older waitress came in, this one seemingly dissatisfied, mean, ill-tempered.I looked over the menu again trying to decide on what else to get, finally ready I started to order. The older waitress. ." Natalie began, her brain desperately searching for a good reason, "It's two totally different environments. On the set we're surrounded by people, here we're alone..." So, we can practice here and then tomorrow when there's lots of people around you can just imagine we're alone. Then you might not feel so awkward." Mila interrupted."That wasn't the problem." Natalie protested."Then what was?" Mila countered."I... I don't know." Natalie lied.There was silence for a few moments and then Mila.