James leaned in hungrily and sucked the digit deep inside his warm mouth, nursing on it rhythmically. “Jeez, Sam, you taste so good”. “I know I ...o” replied Samantha before tasting herself on her forefinger. James groaned loudly and Samantha glanced down and saw James was building up a steady rhythm on his swollen cock, she watched spellbound as he wanked himself. God! She loved watching a man do that. His hand was grasped firmly as he linked thumb and forefinger and tightened his grip, causing. Shewalked around me eyeing my appearance. She lifted my chin, turned myface. Then she told me to make the beds and then to vacuum the floor anddust all of the furniture. Now I checked my appearance every half hour orless. I was paranoid about my appearance.So I walked to the vacuum, I turned it on and I started vacuumingthe entire house. That took close to five hours. It was after noon when Ifinished vacuuming. I spent the next several hours dusting. That was just awarm-up. I spent most of the. On Saturday night, however, it was a lot different; the club was crowded and the guys were rowdier. Every time I went to collect glasses from the tables, I had to run a gauntlet of wandering hands. Hands that stroked my legs, bum and cock, and even tried to pull my thong down. I felt like packing the job in, until I counted up the money that I had made in tips. Over the next few months I got used to all the handling, all the remarks and all the propositions. To be honest, I started to get. “I can take you to dinner tonight instead. I want you to be ready.”“Come over at eight,” she responded. Driving to her house, I felt exhilarated. I hadn’t been nervous with anticipation in years. I’d forgotten the thrill of the unpredictable.April was dressed conservatively when she opened the door. She wore a collarless black silk blouse with a red floral print and black straight skirt that came to her knees. Her blond hair was pinned up and off her neck. She had on black stockings and.