She shot me a message asking what I was doing. I told her I was studying. "Take a break. I'm down at O'Briens. Come down for a drink. I may have a job...lead for you for next year." That was good enough for me. I had to start thinking about my future, and if she had a lead I would hear her out. And I needed a cold, Canadian beer. She was at the bar in a tank top, tight jeans and high-cut boots. She may have been 10 years older than me but my goodness she looked fucking hot. "I hate drinking. I’ve been wanting this all night, but I didn’t want to disturb your studying.’ I reached down with my left hand a grabbed a handful of her right boob and jerked off with my right. In no time at all I was ready — or more! ‘Here’s lookin’ at you, kid,’ I said to her in my best Bogart imitation. She smiled up at me and stuck out her tongue. After making a few circles first to wet her lips and then around my head, she simply let it stay up against the slit. My hand began to move faster and I was. " "Yes mistress."Slowly and wetly she builds to an exquisitely hot orgasm. My cock is throbbing hot against her cunt as she grinds my shaft with her clit. Her back arching and thighs trembling, her whole body shuddering, her hips start rocking faster and faster and faster and faster! "whooaaa gaaahd ah-gahd ah-gahd ah-gahd" she grunts, her fingernails digging into my wrists through the satin gloves she's still wearing, then "ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod! OOOH MY GAOU-WOWOWEEEEE!" in the throes of. You should be happy." It's blonde," I repeated. "I hate blonde."He sighed, looking at the green bottle in my hand. "What color do youwant?" Reddish. More toward auburn."The lock of hair turned dark red. "Better?" he asked, looking down at me.I frowned. "No. There's still work to do." What!" he screeched. "What else could you possibly not like?" These," I hefted my breast. "These are monstrosities. They're punchingbags. Make them smaller."He stared dumbfounded at me. "That ... that doesn't make.