A dirty little slag... looking for cock!!My cunt twitched as I read it and I replied yes I am. He told me he wanted a slag, he was married and 55 his ...ife only liked straight sex, what he needed was a cheap young slag who would do what she was told, he gave me a hotel room number and told me to only turn up if I was serious, he had a group of friends that I would be required to service and not to bother if I wasn't interested.I thought about it for a few minutes but I was so turned on I. I have a smoking body and I know how to shake it to make men crazy. Guys especially can't get enough of my 41D cup tits, and they're still really firm and I often don't wear a bra. Them and my long blond hair have gotten me out of plenty of speeding tickets.The owner/operator of the bar was a large black man named Lamont. He took one look at me and hired me on the spot, without even asking if I had ever waitressed before. He handed me the only uniform he had. I told him it was two sizes too. Miss Martin turned to face us again, with that big smile, and said, “I’m gonna be taking some of Mrs Weston’s classes for a few weeks, while I’m over here on an exchange program. I’ll be taking up where she left off, so some of you guys might have to help me out, and show me where you’re up to. Is that okay?”In Australia in 1980, teachers never addressed their classes as, “you guys,” so, straight away, we knew history lessons would be different with Miss Martin.“Just so you know,” she started,. ." he started to say but was cut short."Zip it. Jim! Or seeing might be all you do for the foreseeable future," she fired back at her husband, as she waved her hand down in front of her body, from her head to her knees.You could have heard a pin drop at that reply. After 10 seconds or so, when Pastor Jim broke out into a big smile, the air in the room returned to normal from its somewhat combustible state. Good old Andy Bush finally shattered the silence by saying, "Feel free to go with them.