I didn’t have a very good idea of what to do after that but I tried swirling my tongue around the head of his penis. I glanced up at his face to see...if this was good or bad to do. From his expression I decided it was good and kept on doing it, all the while moving my hands up and down on his shaft. I hoped that this time, unlike last week, he would actually cum in my mouth so that I could taste the very essence of him. Mr. White didn’t let me down, though it did take quite a while. He began. They were in a semi-circle around something they were very interested in it appeared…I went to the bar area and asked the bartender where my friend was. He pointed over to the guys and said she was over there.I looked down at the floor as my foot stuck to it. On the ground were loads of semen and a torn and tattered pair of jean shorts. The jean shorts looked like they had been torn about 20 times in all directions. The shorts were wet from cum and smelled like beer. The buttons up the. I dose myself liberally in more of the cheap perfume.When i stand in front of the full length mirror, the change from my appearance of the previous day is unbelievable! " Well, miss Jennifer, now you look like what you have so far only acted like; a common prostitute!!" The high heels make my botty and breasts stick out, and they and the tight miniskirt means that i have to walk with little mincing steps in a most provocative way. There is no doubt about it; i look just like a tart!When i. But that's a different story.As soon as I got to the back ‘waiting' room I stripped down. I opened my bag and grabbed the pink bottle of baby lotion. As I spread the smooth lotion all over my body, I felt goose bumps rise along my soft skin and my nipples grow hard. I love the feel of lotion; much like I love the way cum feels against my skin.I heard a light knock at the door, and soon saw Mark's familiar face. I quickly hopped up and followed him down the hallway. He sat me in the middle of.