I could barely speak, much less go through the questionnaire on my clipboard. She finally asked me, “You need to ask some questions?” Yeah, dummy,... you do! But that voice, so soft and feminine.The next several minutes were a haze. I thought I went through the questionnaire, but every time I heard that sexy voice or looked up a little more blood vacated my brain.I finished with the work I was sent there to do, sort of. She had never even told me her name. I stood to leave and she stood with me,. I enjoyed seeing her made into a slut and being used. I also liked seeing her use men the way only a woman can. The truth is, and maybe even more importantly, i also liked getting used. As they came to the table, red faced and sweaty, his hand on her ass and her wiggling to his touch, she plopped down beside me, leaned in and whispered in my ear: “i want this one and he wants to come over. I’m going to blow him in the car, honey.”With that, she turned back to him and smiled, saying, “well, don,. “Cinnamon schnapps,” I replied, pulling the bottle from a cabinet and setting two shot glasses on the counter. I poured the schnapps and handed her a shot glass. She put it to her lips and sipped it. “Oh shit!” Dat’s strong!” she declared. “It’s supposed to be,” I responded, downing my own shot glass. Chandra downed her shot glass. Her eyes widened as she felt the burn and then the warmth of the schnapps at it settled in her stomach. She asked for a second and then a third. “Go easy,” I. I massage the area lightly, stepping further into her space. Looking into her eyes I lean in closer. She leans ever so slightly forward before moving her arms between you. With her hands holding your chest off she takes a moment to steady her self before whispering that this isn't a good idea. I know she is in unprecedented territory, so I say a few soothing words. Partly reminding her why she is here, and partly planting the thoughts of the amazing experience she is about to have. I can feel.