She was obviously a very smart cookie. I turned to watch her as she was writing her report. Miss. Peterson was dressed in a white blouse with one butt...n open at her neck, which unfortunately didn't show anything when she bent over to write. She wore her blond hair pulled back into a braid, it along with her glasses, made her look like a school librarian. It looked like she deliberately took pains to make herself less attractive for some reason. She was slim and looked fit and probably would be. She let out a few moans of pleasure. I bent down and started sucking on her nipples, which were now becoming hard and erect. She unzipped my pants and out came my cock, ready for anything she was willing to do. I almost fell off the couch trying to get my pants off, and when I turned around she only had her pantys on. My prick throbbed when I saw her. She slowly moved forward and wrapped her fingers around my member. Boy is she beautiful."Sit Down" she said. I obeyed. I. Would fifteen dollars seem to be a price that pretty much anyone that was there -- like Ana and me -- would be willing to pay?"Sherry cut in, "You bet. A standard DVD at Costco runs about twenty bucks after taxes. A specialized one like the one you're talking about at fifteen dollars would be a walk in the park -- you're talking selling like hotcakes. Anyone that was there would spring for that much to see Bob and Natalie dance and show the world what love truly can be. While I don't know that. He appeared younger than me, I guessed in his late twenties. I knew right away I would be willing to sleep with him if I didn’t detect any personality defects or gross idiosyncrasies. It’s hard to explain why, it wasn’t that he was incredibly handsome or anything like that, it’s just that my instincts told me he had potential. Without saying a word, I slid off the bar stool and walked out on the floor, glancing over my shoulder to see if he was following; he was; lucky me. The DJ was playing.