I've heard you've had plenty of practice."I bit back another snicker, brushed my perfect handful-plus against his back and gripped him mid-shaft. "You...told me you've watched yourself fuck your hand in the mirror, but have you ever watched anyone else do it for you?"He wasn't listening. His focus fluctuated between Cyndi’s opalesque clit and tumbling underswells.The mirror's palette of flesh tones stirred with the vertical motion of a hot pink cotton sleeve eclipsing the faded tan of his hip. Two weeks later I asked her to move in with me. Funny, I know. Or stupid, depending on how you feel about it. But, see, with all the drama unfolding around me I had managed to protect myself from doing much thinking on a few key points: 1. I didn’t have a job, any savings, or much in the way of credit. I had two grand from the label. That’s it. 2. The economy was taking a nose-dive, and I’m not qualified to do very much. I also couldn’t afford to not be as available as possible when recording. His hands were all over me. He touched my face as he kissed me before running them all over my ass. He even momentarily touched my tits through my red dress.We stopped kissing as the song came to an end and I could just about make out what he was saying to me. I think he was asking for my number. I really wish I could explain what I did next, but I can’t. I grabbed him by the hand and started leading him off the dancefloor towards the female toilets.We crashed through the opening and I dragged. What could I do. I had to answer it. I opened the door and a man about 6 foot walked in the door. There were no words spoken. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into my bedroom. He almost threw me down on the bed and said, I hope you saved all that nice man cum for me. Before I knew it, he had my panties off and his face nestled into my crotch. At first I was scared, and then a raging heat and pleasure came from his face. He stuck a finger in me, and moved it around in a circle a few times,.