" After I finally got that damn belt off, I undid his khakis as quickly as I could and pushed them down. He kicked his shoes off and his pants away as...he pulled me against him violently. I looked over at the customer that was now playing with his dick under the table and looked at him right in the eyes and bit my lower lip. I figured I may as well give him a good show; maybe I'll get a good tip out of it.It seemed like my hand was on autopilot as I felt it slip between the folds of Miguel's. A small bead of some clear liquid is seeping slowly out of the tip. Brad moans softly, then opens his eyes and stares piercingly at me. Do you like that? he asks gently. I hesitate a moment, unsure, then nod slowly. Would you like to try something else that would really make me happy? I nod again, slower this time. He takes out the magazine again and flips purposefully through the pages. Here, he says, extending a picture toward me. Think you could do that? I look at the picture in. She coughed, bringing sound back around them. A heavily tattooed man stepped forward, he folded his arms across his wide chest then replied. ‘I saw her floating on the water. From a distance, we assumed she was dead. Then Joe noticed she was trying to breathe, so we pulled her on deck.’ Riker glanced down again, looking at his brother to confirm the story – he didn’t see any other ships on the horizon, the only other thing that could explain it was that she was a spy, a stowaway – they had been. OMG Again!! Where did that come from?EEK! There he is. "Hi Ryan." He was all alone, going to Social Studies. That was a little weird, considering the constellation of girls usually around him. He had - as usual - a boner.Here comes the 'relief' squad. One of those girls will be down on her knees in a minute. They greeted him with the usual chorus: "Hey Ryan!" "How you doing, hon?" "What's UP?" -- that last prompted giggles on their part - and they just ran their hands over his body somewhere,.