"Sara, I think you should not be alone now."She jerked like she had been slapped but she did not hesitate when I took her by the hand and led her to m... car. Once we were sitting inside the car it was like a dam breaking.She was living alone with her mother who was sick and out of a job. She needed a job at any cost, in order get the ends to meet, and to finish high school.She let everything out, also the sexual services she had offered to Anton and his pals, in order to get something from them.. ’ I laughed, ‘You can speak the same language as all these IT types.’ He looked at Amy this time, ‘Thanks Mike. I am sorry Amy, talking business like this. It must bore you silly.’ She gave him a great bit smile, ‘No,’ she said, ‘I like to hear powerful men talking business. It makes me feel sexy.’ He blushed a little bit at that, the shy young man wasn’t too far away, but he came back quickly, ‘Come on then Mike, let’s talk some more business,’ he said laughing. So our lunch carried on before. Oohhh fuckkkkkk...fuck fuck fuck" she was gasping. Her hands were slapping on the table surface "fuck...no...oh god...stop...stop..."It took Mickey a moment to realise she was telling him to stop. He was deep inside her when he locked his hips. Out of breath, he said "what...what's wrong?"Amy was gasping for air. "N..nothing...just...I want to ride you," she panted.Mickey nodded, pulling out of her. She slowly straightened herself up, a focused expression on her face. She nodded to the chair. Peter poured coffee from it into a Styrofoam cup for Trish and a hard plastic delta cup for himself. His cup came from the thrift store. It had some medical clinic's advertising on it."That is really good coffee. I have only one complaint. Your cup is much cooler than mine," she said. Her voice was again measure and pretty much fake. He had decided early on that she wasn't talking down to him, even though it seemed that way."So I see you have the small screen TV," she said."I have to be able to.