He was now my oasis of leisure, pleasure and delicious sex.On this occasion though, having settled down with James with a glass of wine, I put somethi...ng perfectly respectable to him, “Have you realised that your niece Anita is now a teenager James? She still loves riding her pony but I think she really needs to mix with other people more.”“My niece? You mean Anita; well no, I didn’t know, I mean I can’t remember when I last saw her actually. Do you think I should get her a present or something. As his tongue went back to work again, his finger rimmed me and the whole situation sent me over the top. I wet my own finger and just as I started to play with his rim, he was erupting in my throat. Jet after jet, into my throat, onto my tongue, lovely salty taste. I don't usually squirt but I could feel my self doing that this time. I've learned it feels like peeing but it isn't. And then we were done. We fell apart, expended. I turned around on the bed, looped one leg over his and started. I felt guiltyand wanted to make a fresh start. I thought that was what you wanted,Miss." Sensing she wasn't satisfied with this explanation, I added, "Andyou didn't tell me to buy any, Miss." I was now feeling very confused."I expected you to have used some common-sense. Someone called Joannadoes not wear male underwear, does she? Why do you think I gave you afemale name, you imbecile?"None of this made any sense, but I knew that arguing was pointless."Sorry, Miss, I will buy some tomorrow," I. Can’t a woman just walk around without being harassed? Aside from those disgusting attempts to catch my attention, the excitement of a new place coursed through my veins. Here I was, 26 years old and in the city of the angels ready to make my big break. Who would have ever thought a small town girl like me would have made it to LA. I just won my first big swimsuit contest back in Fort Lauderdale and my prize was a two-page spread in the Automotive Import Mechanics magazine. St. Tropez was.