I told him fine and that they were not just for lesbians any more. He laughed and smiled and as I gave him the once over with my longing eyes he did t...e same. He nodded, got in to his cab and fired up. I did the same and followed him out of the fuel plaza and back on to the two lane highway. I had a distinct feeling I would be late getting home and that feeling was confirmed by watching Ron as he watched his rear view mirrors to check and make sure I was in tow. I was and we slowly headed down. “Melissa, I’m quite sure that your smart enough to realize they you are literally the only virgin in the whole school.” Hints were rolling off of Mr. Nunez in vast waves. “I’m not interested. And don’t you have a wife?” “My wife has slept with other people too, one of them being my own son, another my daughter. It’s no concern, trust me.” “No thanks.” “Detention,” Mr. Nunez said. “What did I do?” Melisa gasped. “Disobeying your teacher is not tolerable.” “What if we don’t have sex?” Melissa. She wanted sex more, and began experimenting with different positions. To my surprise she even tried anal one evening while she was on the computer. I was elated needless to say, and thought the whole thing was healthy for our sex life. It got healthier than she expected. Oddly enough, I also noticed the increased number of calls on our phone.A couple of months later, my wife told me that she had finally met the man on the phone. He was a younger truck driver who had stopped by the house after. And don’t lie because I will know if you are and if you do you will be automatically fired.” At this point I am shocked and scared for my job but I know I cant lie. So I tell Mr. Anderson how I stood on a stage with a skimpy outfit only to slowly take it off piece by piece to please the crowd. How in the end, I stood on stage in a bra, thong, heels, and occasionally stockings or fishnets. Then my public dancing shift would be over and I would move on to giving men lap dances and sometimes.