I had finished collage but hadn't found work yet so I wanted to give this a try. After all, serving men drinks while walking around in barely nothing ...ad quite an appeal to me. I always was one for showing off my body and making cocks hard. But first a little about me. I grew up living on the out skirts of Los Vegas with my parents in this small two bedroom house. My parents were like, left over hippies from the 60s and 70s. Dad was a landscape worker and mom worked in a nursing home as a cook.. Tha papa bole kya kar kar rahe ho unhone loudspeaker on kar diyaPapa: kya kar rahe hoUncle: kuch nahi bus aam chusne ki tayari hai(meri chuchio par hath farete hue bole) Papa: yaar muje aur teri bhabi ko to party mai jana padega subah tak hi aa payege tum tanu ka khayal rkhnaUncle: aaram se jao, yaar itne din ho gaye aaye hue koi laundia nahi mili koi jawan kali se khelne ka man kar raha hai, mai muskra rahi thiPapa: tumhari aadat gayi nahi kya abi tak jawan ladkio se maze lene ki ab to sudar. You wrote that you had long, wavy brown hair and a fairly average look about you. Nothing shouted 'sexy' or 'cute', but you were nevertheless comfortable with your appearance. The only issue you had with your face was the lack of facial hair and overall softness to your face. It had stuck with you since you were a kid, often getting bullied by your arguably feminine look, but you managed to ignore the most of it.Suddenly you get snapped out of your reflection. The receptionist was calling your. ?Where are you taking me!? she screamed from her kennel. Richard answered with an amused grunt. She could see nothing from her backseat kennel and could not possibly imagine where she was being taken. But when Richard opened the car door, she recognized the location immediately. It was her home. Or, more specifically, her daughter’s home. ?Are? are you letting me go?? He chuckled. ?Why did you bring me here?? ?Mia wanted to see you, and I.