My real name is Jack but the manager her wanted his guests to feel like this place was worth the prices, so we were to act as snooty as we could. ‘C...use French people and French food is snooty.” Fuck was he a piece of work. I had my day job working road construction, that kept me in really good shape but didn’t pay that well and wasn’t consistent. Here at “Le Bistro” the pay was good, so if that meant I had to use a fake (and really bad) accent, so be it. And it wasn’t like there was that much. First she taught meabout mascara and eyebrow pencils. The next time she brought out her lipsticks then the next time eye shadow and so on. By the end of the month Iwas getting pretty good at applying her makeup and I was looking prettygood as well. At least I thought so. The one thing she couldn't change was my skin. She tried to use thickbase coats but it never looked good up close. After another frustratingmonth she surprised me."I've decided that you need some help with your skin tone. It's. It was her dads and she said that she reached home safely and 1 of her friend dropped her.Then she ended the phone and came and sat opposite to me.The table was little bit extra wide so she had to bend to serve me. So when ever she bent to serve me I was getting a crystal clear view of her boobs. Even I was able to see her nipples and the pinkish brown patch surrounding it. I exactly don’t know the size of her boobs but they were firm and round. They were jus awesome. My cock was rock hard. Your breath heaves a bit without our kiss stopping, and I know what you want. You kick your mary janes off as you move backwards toward the desk (again with perfect fluidity of motion- how in blazes do you do that?). As you rest your ass on the edge of the desk, I get your jeans unbuttoned and tug the zipper down. We work in unison to shimmy the denim over your slim feminine hips and down your knees. I'm sure you wanted to then present me with your panties as I peeled away the layers of your.