” she muttered, walking around the room trying to get a signal. She stepped through the huge floor to ceiling glass doors that opened on to her own... private terrace. The terrace had several seating areas and an overabundance of flowers and plants. She had her very own private garden right there. She held her phone up, trying to get a signal. She wandered to the stone railing that overlooked the sea and blinked. ‘One bar!’ Leaning over the railing a bit more, she outstretched her arm. She only. Gloria is really a nice kid. Sure, she didn't mind me feeling her up, touching her pussy and French kissing but that's about all." She didn't give you a blowjob or let you fuck her?" No." Then maybe I'm the one who's the slut." She wiped more tears from her beautiful eyes. "I did it before with Ronnie last spring break. Ronnie was my boyfriend. We did it in his car. He was my first but after we broke up the first time, I dated other guys." Did you have sex with them?" I can't talk about it. I was sweating after the busy day in the French sun and my feet were sore from waiting tables all day. The owner of the restaurant was there too, a handsome Frenchman in his late 30s. He had tanned skin and an excellent physique, which pierced through his tailored black shirt, muscles bulging as he counted the cash behind the counter. As I leaned over to pick up a fork which had fallen, my jeans ripped right on the ass crack, with a loud tearing noise. 'Ooh, looks like you need some new pants'. Most of us aren’t as camp as him. And, contrary to popular belief, we don’t want to screw every guy we meet”.“What. Not even me?” It was out before I could stop it. I felt my cheeks go red and my mouth went dry when I realised what I just said.“Well, maybe I might make an exception for you. After all, you do have a nice bum.” He winked at me as he said it.“Anyway that’s not why you’re here. I’ll get the banking.” He went round the back of the desk, unlocked the top drawer and drew out a canvass.