“What’s a skimpy?” She pointed at the girl stocking the beer fridge. I paused. Wait a minute. You’re telling me there’s a job in Australia w...ere girls dress in lingerie to bartend, and get paid heaps more for wearing no less than a bikini? Count. Me. In. Besides, I always loved getting dolled up when I dressed down. The first day was terrifying, as I went to the backroom and took off my clothes. I really had to go out there and serve customers… almost naked? Oh. My. Fucking. God. Of course, as. Now you might want to ask, just what kind of reception would I get in a town like this?Well I have to tell you that it was absolutely fantastic! And I can only describe it to you by analogy.Picture what it would have been like if Sally had arrived into my reality exactly as she is here. A living, breathing, talking, sexy, fast, intelligent, beautiful female car. Think of the attention and offers that would have dogged us every moment of the day and night. That's what I was to the inhabitants. You taste beautiful.’ I tongued out. Her hips were beginning to gently gyrate against my face, coating my cheeks with her liquid heat. I still hadn’t touched her clit yet. That was all about to change. ‘I want you to come on my face. Come as hard as you can on my face.’ ‘If you keep that up I’m going to.’ She sighed. She was loosening up, in more ways than one. I slipped mu tongue inside her. She gasped in an uneven, charged breath at that. ‘You like my tongue inside you?’ I inquired at her. The pop princess used her fantastic flexibility to comfortably stretch back with her hands, letting her weight down fully onto her chest now as she brought her knees up, bending into position to grasp her smooth leather-clad ankles firmly, taking a good grip and settling into position, knowing her was loving the way she looked right now. She was also able to feel his increased vigour as he pumped harder into her throat, right down every time now, being quite rough with her though she made no.