"Have you ever done any modeling?" he asked. "Just private modeling for men," I said. "We need a lingerie model to work the bar from five until midnig...t," he said. "She sells raffle tickets each hour and at the end of every hour she holds a drawing." "Drawing for what?" I replied. "For a blow job from the model while everybody in the bar watches." I was instantly interested in the "modeling" job. It seemed like a fun job and an easy way to meet lots of men. The fact that the job would allow me. She stifled a groan as she put the cups on the table and sat down. Something was coming! And she had a feeling she wasn’t going to like it. ‘I love you… and I think that we should get married.’ And that was it. No heat, no passion, no roses or violins, no down on one knee, just a simple statement followed by an opinion. She stared up at him, her eyes moist but refusing to cry. ‘I love you too… and I think that we should move in together,’ she countered. He frowned down at her. ‘What? No!. I instantly grabbed her ass and pulled her to me. We kissed as the taxi pulled up she opened the door and stepped in I followed. I told the taxi driver my address and went back to kissing her.After a short drive we was back at my place we went straight in the kitchen and I poured her a glass of wine and moved to the living room. As Tracey sat down on the sofa I went straight to my knees and in between her legs and lifted her dress up. She had thongs on I put my mouth around the material and. I followed his slight movement and kept his cock well in my mouth, sucking and stroking it until he erupted in my mouth. He shot two thick ropes of cum to the back of my mouth. I then sucked him dry and licked any residual from the head of his cock.He pushed his chair back and I crawled out. When he stood, I tucked his softening cock back into his boxers and closed his slacks, zipping him up, and buckling his belt. He put his hand over the mouthpiece and lean forward. I took his face in my.