As I removed my glasses, staring dead into his eyes, I paused long before my next choice of words. I stood, gathering my belongings, and looked him ov...r good. I could tell he was waiting for me to say something but I refused to entertain him anymore. Again, I wasn't in the mood for cat and mouse. I walked around the table, making sure to press my soft titties against his back as I whispered in his ear. "Yes, you were wrong for assuming. All you had to do was ask for my pussy and I might have. I didn't know what little girls looked like, but I knew what a woman looked like.Mom's nightgowns. Mom always wore the same kind of nightgown. Always. The only variation was that they were ankle-length during the winter and knee-length during the summer. If the weather were particularly cold, she'd wear a bathrobe; if not, just the nightgown, in which she'd move about the house freely. They were made of nylon, and she never wore anything underneath them. The part that covered her chest was. I was in tears and told them not to fuck me like this. Vikram came near, kissed me and said “Look darling.. I understand it was accident, but since now it has happened let’s just enjoy it as friends”. The customer also said that he will praise me in front of my manager and not complain about anything. Slowly, I stopped crying and as they were kissing and fondling me. I couldn’t think straight any more as they kept hugging, kissing and licking me, requesting to co-operate. Finally, I said, ok. Some might be crazy like me to play with your cock. Even me, who loves to do all these things, won’t sleep with you – no matter how handsome or how big your dick is. Women need to have an emotional connection to have sex. So, just because some of us allow these things doesn’t mean we want to sleep with you. Next time if you get a chance to see any one of us, then enjoy the moment and let them go. Please don’t follow them or ask for their phone numbers.Now back to the story, I had.