At the desk was a bored looking Asian lady, in, I would estimate, her mid-forties. A little overweight for the tight-fitting dress she was wearing. I ...uppose it was Chinese — it had a shiny look to the fabric, with little wooden buttons that went into loops, rather than button holes, and it had a high slit up the side. She looked up as I got close to the desk, and gave one of those automatic, but entirely meaningless smiles to greet me.We went quickly through the initial process: No, I'd never. How many of those 35 guys you dated last year did you sleep with? Have you slept with any recently?”Again Suki laughed, “Wow you must not think very highly of me, sister big tits. Especially if you think I’d sleep around like that.” she took about a minute to answer. “I’ve only actually ever had about 5ish lovers.”Curious I asked, “what do you mean by 5ish?”“Do you count blowjobs, anal, or letting them eat me out?”I shrugged and replied, “Sure. Why not?”Suki didn’t look so sure she wanted to. She finally freed her ponytails and, still smiling that coy, shy smile of hers, dropped her hands to the elastic of her short skirt. She blushed and, giggled nervously as she slowly bent over and shed her skirt; it dropped to the floor by it’s own accord once it was past her thighs and she daintily stepped out of it. Her panties were a soft cream color, with pastel pink and yellow flowers on them, and her pubic mound was clearly visible behind the fabric gusset. Her face was flushed, but she. I’d become better at recognizing them, though this one would be obvious to the most clueless ‘Dumb Boy’ on the planet, or in my case, the luckiest, because I would bet anything anyone cared to wager on Jeannette being a virgin.As I quickly debated with myself what to do, I thought about my conversations with Suzanne about doing something fun without overanalyzing it, and made my decision.“Yes, Annette,” I replied with a soft chuckle.“Yes?” Jeannette asked.“He means you can come back to the.