"Every day you live in the house, you'll earn a hundred dollars. If our guy has sex with you, you'll earn five hundred dollars for that day."Bambi was...silent for a minute. He could almost see her mental cash register totaling the money.She asked, "Five or seven days a week?" Seven days a week," Dave answered. "Our guy will have sex with a couple actresses each day, but not with the same actress every day. We're hoping that no two days will be the same."Nodding her head in understanding, she. He drove a van that had Budweiser logos on the side and it carried two professional model foosball tables. In the evenings Pat would put on foosball tournaments sponsored by Budweiser at the local bars and clubs. He had several friends who would come to his home during the day and they partied as they smoked weed and played foosball. CJ and I became regular visitors to these impromptu parties when work and life allowed. It was not uncommon to see young women leaving Pat’s home in the morning. I've just never been with someone wearing women's things". He started rubbing my legs up and down as I stood in front of them. I could tell he was really liking the feel. "Go get on the bed" he told me. I walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed. He got on the bed and laid down. I moved between his legs and started sucking his cock again. "Oh yeah, you are a such a good cock sucker!" I was working his cock up and down, licking and sucking. Every now and then I would reach down to stroke my. I offer you a kiss then, and you thrust your tongue in deep, desperate for the taste but find it fleeting; you want more. I step back and remove my skirt, letting it fall to the floor and you see I am wearing lace, alternately revealing and hiding that which you desire. You swell even more as two fingers slip into the lace and slowly pull it down over my legs, catching slightly as it leaves its snug home and you moan loudly as they pull away. I turn away from you and bend, running hands up my.