"Yeah, I understand," Ben, answered, looking up to the pretty face that was above the tits. The woman was about 30, shoulder length blonde hair that f...amed a beautiful face. She was tall and slender and seemed to have larger than average tits. "You need me to jerk off in the jar as many times as I can in an hour. I get fifty dollars for each load. So you'll owe me a good three hundred and fifty bucks. Heck I thought it was fifty for all my loads so that sounds great" I don't know what you mean. I had an uneasy feeling that the owner of the restaurant was aware of what had been going on and, for this reason, resolved not to go there again. Monday arrived and Ken left as usual to drive to his office leaving me alone with my thoughts in our luxury detached house in the stockbroker belt outside the city. I had given up work a few years earlier since we didn’t need the money, but I still did some charity work which I could take at my own pace. At around 11.30am the phone rang. I was. She withdrew her head immediately, saying, "Sorry, wrong booth."Turning to me, she whispered, much louder than necessary, "There's a man in there! Didn't you tell me you weren't into men?"Her acting skills surprised me. I had not expected her to play her part so convincingly."Jacqueline," came Ramon's voice from inside the booth, "Why don't you invite your friend to join us for dinner? There's always room for another person at our table." It sounded more like an order than an. These looked really hot! I loved the sexy lace tops and the pink looked great against my tan skin. I stood up and pulled them up and smoothed them out against my legs. I stepped in the skirt and wiggled my hips as I pulled it up and into place. It was pretty damn short and just barely covered my ass. I put the blouse on and buttoned it up and looked in the mirror. I turned side to side looking at myself and then did a spin and made the skirt flare out as I spun around. Wow! I thought,.