"Wayne turned back to her. "Uh uh -- you made commitments. You do something for Ed, too -- I don't care what. Whatever he wants." He eyed her. "You're...running out of time."Cathy gulped. "Yes, Wayne." She sped off.Ed looked at Wayne. "You gonna take her?"Wayne sighed. "Probably. But she's a conniving little bitch -- she needs the lesson. How many guys at your table?" Three." Put her over the table and all of you do her. Don't be gentle -- if you tear something up, I hear they can fix it where. But so round and with such wonderful pink tips. She looked at me expectantly and I glanced at the camera. She giggled. "Aw come on, your tits are so much better than mine." She was probably right. If there was one thing I knew I had, it was a great rack. I wore a D-Cup and everyone assumed they were fake because I'm still thin and they're so supple and sit high. All the guys I'd been with couldn't get enough. I slipped my shirt over my head and then slowly removed my pink lacy bra. My hands. In my case, I was a small, nerdy guy in high school with low self-esteem. My only saving grace was my intelligence and good grades. In my senior year some of the popular, athletic guys befriended me and asked for my help with their studies. I was smart enough to know that they were just using me, but it still felt good to be accepted by them. After high school I went to college and earned a master’s degree in mechanical engineering, and eventually started my own company. My name is Ed, and this. Need a room for the night?”“Sure,” Claire said. “What do you want in return.”“Just flash me that gorgeous smile, Claire – Kim would love to see you sometime – she always looked up to you.”“That's her first mistake.”“Take a compliment sis,” Grace rolled her eyes.“Yeah – thanks,” Claire said.Erick reached into his wallet and pulled out leaf after leaf of cash beforehand Clair almost four hundred in twenties. He snapped the leather wallet shut and pocketed.“This is a lot of money dude.” Claire.