”If you want to of course,” she added. Something less than experienced in such matters and kinda put on the spot by having a girl invite me to ...o the kissing, I must have been a little hesitant. Overcoming my insecurity however, I pulled her to me, discovering instantly the huge difference between making-out with a fourteen year old girl in the back row of our local Multiplex and kissing a near twenty-year old who certainly knew what she was doing. Breaking off contact with her, I felt. She had the same look.“You’re related?” Lillian questioned, tilting her head.“Yeah,” I said.“Distantly, but still…” Raven added.“Raven… you are a waitress here, right? You don’t strip?” I asked her.~~~My phone vibrated. It was Daisy. It read… With clients right now.I thought: 'Clients?'~~~Meanwhile…“Uh, about that…” Lillian chimed in.“Oh, shit, another one?” I asked.“Actually, all of us got forced to try out by our boss when this became ‘The Factory.’ Some of us are dancers, some are. I surmised this was some sort of sales office, perhaps where the clothing was displayed on the monitor.?Please, Kathleen, Have a seat, David if you would follow me through this door we’ll get started.? I followed her, and we were now in an even smaller room. This room lined with black tile, like an expensive bathroom. The lighting in the room came from some recessed spot lights far above head, it took at bit for my eyes to adjust to the relative darkness. I could see that there were round. Using the first third of my tongue, I lap the top third of her pussy and alternate in sort of lightly tracing her clit or the hood and her pussy lips. I also make a point to gently use the tip of my finger to trace and rub the lips, usually taking the time to tell her something hot and nasty, or sweet and loving. But I will for sure tell her that I love the way she smells and tastes—and I tell her that every time. A note; some women are super sensitive at first and cannot tolerate any firm.