He was leaning over me, watching me. My body was what wasn't stopping. It wanted to be fucked badly. I finally opened my eyes and looked into his.He s...iled. It was a charming smile, a smile that made hearts melt. A smile that any woman would gladly open her legs for. I groaned. Taking that for a yes he dipped back down about to capture my lips in a kiss."NO!" I pushed him back again. "Earl, Leave, get out. Now." I pushed his shoulders now, and used my legs as he got higher, my knee in his. I had no idea how much to charge...but I remembered that Julia Roberts charged $100 in Pretty Woman, so I did the same. My make-up was already done, I was dressed in denim shorts and a dark purple v-neck, my black hair was shining and bobbed, and my pussy had been freshly shaved earlier in the day. I started to drink more and faster in an attempt to drown out my nervousness. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this...but I was curious for the experience...the thrill of fucking some stranger. She inserted her finger and closed her eyes and moved it in and out and then came forward and brought her finger to my lips. She was tasty and sweet and already wet in anticipation. The night was shaping up to be a hot one! Over dinner I told her what would take place. She would remove her bra in the toilet and be completely naked under her Diana Ferris silky dress. When we got home she would be blind folded and sit "O" style(that is lift her skirt so her bare arse and pussy are on the chair) . But, living in a house where a foot is available to be stolen is weird."Claire grew up in a home that catered to dead people. When she was younger she tried to ignore what her family did for a living. But by the time she became a teenager her friends at school wouldn't let her.There was constant teasing about her family's funeral home. The boys would make crude jokes about Claire's sex life and the "experience" that she must have had. She tried to ignore them but it still hurt.After graduating.