I was trying to figure out why when it a likely reasondawned on me. I wanted to confront Tia about it, but couldn't do itthere, just the same, all I ...anted to do was leave."Tia, I think I'm going to call it a night, I have to get up in themorning. I'll call you tomorrow after work." Wait, I'll join you. We need to talk privately anyway. Say, at myplace?" Well, Okay, but I can't stay long." It won't take long; we just need to talk about compensation for servicesrendered."We left the club and. Or damn near close enough...I could definitely fill in the blanks where that was concerned.This girl was different though. She wasn't some busty little minx. She had modest breasts, though her low cut halter top managed to enhance the firm mounds, and as if that wasn't enough to draw you in, you could clearly see the rise of her nipples through the flimsy cotton.I watched her saunter across the smoke filled bar, her jean mini-skirt riding high on delicious little thighs. My god, how young she. Shorter skirts, didn't button my blouse all the way up...ankle socks and sometimes no knickers, like this "inventory" night. I liked the feeling of secretly being naked underneath...a kind of cat and mouse thing...I was the mouse and the cats were the rest of the world not knowing my little secret. Would they catch me? Up a ladder counting inventory along the chemist's shelves soon revealed to him my secret. My boss's eyes got big, his face got red, he got really nice as he looked up at me. She arched back and let me ease her down onto the bed. She reached up for me, but I pulled back and instead nudged her hip urging her over, and after a slight hesitation, she let me roll her onto her belly. And then that day, for the very first time, I kissed Mrs. Robinson's ass.She folded her arms under her head; a dreamy smile curled her lips. Her long legs slid open, scissored languidly on the sheets, and she gave an excited wiggle, rubbing her pussy all over the mattress. You could tell she.