I was the hostess seating people at their tables. It wasn'tfor money. Just to get out of the house away from my annoying family andavoid having to go ...ut on any dates. The job required me to look good andbe gracious to the guests as I seated them. I wore low cut blouses andshort tight skirts. It was my job to look sexy but act innocent. The menof course loved it while their women gave me dirty looks. I could havemade a fortune in tips but didn't want the hard work of serving tables orhaving to. With that she took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom where we both took turns washing each other. Stacy washed every inch of my body. She really focused on my cock. She had me hard in no time but told me “Not Yet.” She washed my balls and underneath. She washed my ass and scrubbed my anus. She even rubbed her hand up and down my crack. The sensations were like none I had ever felt, at least until later that is. We continued to kiss and make out as I washed her in the same manner. I. In the living room there was a black leather couch, a bar with stools and bottles of liquor. And a very large TV with video equipment. On the floor lay a black Leather cowhide, as a rug. Pretty horny. It seemed like a set for an American porn movie. There were two VHS video cameras and a few large studio lamps. Everybody need's a hobby, I thought. But it made me a bit suspicious. For fear of secretly being recorded, I first checked if I did not see hidden video cameras.I sat down on the Leather. I think I’m starting to get the hang of it.’ She replied, then added, ‘How about you Phil, you’ve been in this line of work for, what, over ten years? But you’re still relatively new to this company and this product line, even though you’ve been with the corporation for quite a while.’ ‘Good and bad, I guess. Significantly fewer and less technical products to learn, a shorter list of decision makers but a lot more travel—more potential customers. There’s less time to build strong friendships.