A feather could have knocked me over. My heart pounded in my throat and in my cock. When I looked at him I realized that he was observing the bulge in...my pants. A smug smile crossed his face. Were I not a bowl of jelly I would've slapped away that smile.'Daniel's a treat. You'll like him.' He was a treat I did not need, nor did I want to like him, not like this.Let me explain, in high school I sucked a few cocks. All right, I sucked more than a few. Back then I found myself mesmerized by the. ..someone put a beer in front of me but I don't know if it was one of my friends or a waitress. I was staring at her as she came my way. we made eye contact and that was it. I nearly came in my pants. when she squatted in front of me she showed me her ass with a slight view of her asshole but what she did next will forever be engraved in my mind. she squatted again, leaned back and showed me the most wonderful looking pussy I have ever seen. it was perfect. no hair. I'm not talking about her. No one knew why he did it, or where he got his fire-works, but the police suspected a pro because the shows were so good, and so enormous. The cops wanted to catch him desperately, but so far no one had gotten hurt, and the public loved him. I even saw him! A little guy in overalls and a Yankees cap, running away up Fifth Avenue, some sort of remote control apparatus in his hands, two policemen on his tail. Why he chose to strike Washington Square Park at that particular moment I don’t know,. When a pint of beer was only 30p !I was an all female staff apart from the store manager. Most of the females were middle-aged, apart from 2 on the perfume/make-up counter who were late 20's and a fellow school pupil, (Jill - who was a year above), who worked the same hours as me. I was a shy adolescent and took a bit of teasing from the perfume girls, always asking if I had a girlfriend and lots of innuendo thrown in. They were both always glammed up with lots of make-up, low-cut blouses and.