Good-looking people could have a million choices like at a super-buffet or a garden of free flowers. Plain looking people like herself waited light-ye...rs to be chosen and stood in endless lines at buffets—even if they were to choose, they’d hardly get what they what, or who they want. But for some reason, beyond Sara’s comprehension, Ian decided to leave the buffet and go to a fatty-fast-food restaurant. Or fail to pick all the flowers available to him just so that he could have a handful of. My breath quickens, my breasts rise and falling with each inhale and exhale. The change in pace breaking me from the trance you had me in. I grab handfuls of your hair, pulling you to me and kissing you, deep, hungry kisses. I slip your jacket off of you, it falls to the ground, the sound echoing through the garage. I loosen your tie and remove it, I begin unbuttoning the buttons of your white dress shirt as you pull me closer to you. I can feel you growing hard under your slacks and its. "Right now?" I asked to clarify. She nodded with an eagerness that was both sexy and endearing."All you ever had to do was ask, my dear," was my response. I began softly kissing her neck. Of course, I wasn't about to rip off her pants and unceremoniously initiate a rug-munching session. I wanted to work up to it. I slowly moved downward, and before too long I was raining kisses all over her bare tits. Soon, I had my mouth on her nipple, and she was struggling to remove the pair of sweat pants. "You don't care so why ask" he says."Okay fine. You're right I don't give a shit." I say."So how long you been a hoe?" he asks."What are you talking about! I am not a hoe! What is your deal!" I yell.He looks me up and down and I follow his gaze. I was wearing a black mini skirt, a dark gray tank top, fuzzy ugg boots that were gray and black. I pondered for a moment why he would assume I was a hooker. I was dressed decent enough I thought."So I am wearing a mini skirt, not every chick wearing.