“Come closer, took a good look,” the bearded guy said, laughing. There was no menace to him and I liked him, trusted him, knew he was the one who ...ight save me from whatever Jake had on his mind.Behind me, I heard a beer can open. I heard Jake gulp. I keep staring at the bearded guy’s cock. I’d never studied a cock before. I’d seen my own plenty, but that was my own. The bearded guy’s was different. Bigger, of course, but, well, an object, something to contemplate.“You gonna memorize it or. "Several," she answered with a smile. "But nobody special. I'm not a shy little girl anymore. You may have noticed that." It's nice to sleep with you."She looked down. His head rested on a breast nearly poking out of her nightshirt. Her nightshirt was hiked up around her hips.He raised his head to look up at her. "I haven't had sex for eight months," he confessed. "I don't know whether I'll be able to do it again. I worry about that. " You'll get better. You're getting better. Do you know any. "Doing what?" I'm a hostess." Does Lisa know?" she whispered."I'm working with Lisa," I told her."Hang on," she said, scurrying around the cut-table and back into theoffice. I adjusted my purse strap and glanced down at my pointy toedshoes as I heard a concerned murmuring coming from the back of thestore. It was mid-afternoon, a slow period for incoming orders, and Ihoped I wouldn't have to wait too long.I was absently tapping the counter with my French-tipped nails when Jilleventually came. Shifting gears, I moved into the passing lane. I bore down and began drilling for real. Damn if her honey hole wasn't mighty tighty around my fat cat. I pistoned in and out and the mini-skank's eyes glazed over. She was grunting and moaning and harmonizing to beat the meat."Yeah, fuck me," she said in that smoky, whiskey and cigarette voice and I appreciated the social skills, but to be honest, I was going to anyway. And for some reason I wanted to make it good for her. Damn my kind nature.So I.