I sit up, legs curled underneath me, then reach out for you hand. I rub the knuckles gently, then guide your hand to my shoulder as I lean myself back...into position, hovering over you. I breathe slowly, letting my warm breath wash over your skin. Your fingers curl against my shoulder, and this time, I shove your hand into the midst of my hair, right into my scalp. "How bad do you want this?" I ask in my most seductive voice. "So bad," you tell me. "Prove it," I whisper, my lips still wet with. My first job was working at a small restaurant whose client base was construction workers who were building in the area. The restaurant was family owned. The woman owner was a large black woman in her fifties. One afternoon the owner came in with a short, petite, homely looking blond woman who was in her late forties. The owner introduced us and they ordered lunch and I went back to work, never even thinking about the boss's friend.The next day the boss pulled me aside. She asked if I. She was moaning, her moans making me hornier. I went to her back and started kissing her sensitive neck area while pressing boobs. I increased pressure on her boobs and pinching her nipples hard. She was shouting with pleasure and pain. I started sucking her boobs. It’s a strange feeling.I took her nipples and sucked like a baby. She was now in full mood. She was moanings and shouting, “Come on, behenchod, fuck your randi sister.” After hearing this I went crazy. I removed her panties and. "That's sweet of you." I kind of felt bad about..." His eyes darted of their own accord to her breasts for a second. "Err ... You know. Anyway..." He held out the book to her.She took the book and said, "Thank you, and it's okay. It's sort of flattering that you'd even want to look, I guess." The words tumbled from her lips before she thought better of them, and she realized that she'd leaned against the doorjamb, striking a flirty pose as well."They're great," the dark-haired man.