Clara lifted her head again and looked Jeff straight in the eye. ‘Would you do that?’ she asked in a surprised tone. ‘Well… Yeah,’ Jeff repl...ied. At first Clara was delighted by this response, but then a sense of disappointment descended on her. Jeff had to give that answer, regardless of whether or not he meant it. Only a total asshole would’ve said no to a question like that. ‘That’s… very sweet of you,’ Clara said, trying to sound flattered. ‘But to answer your question: no, you can’t wish me. I told him that I probably would, and he said, “Just look me up and we’ll go in a booth and you can cum in my mouth - no sense wasting it on the floor… ok, sweet man?” the fairy begged. God, that fucker disgusted me. But I knew I’d be looking him up before I left. Like most of the arcade customers, I hung around the place watching porno for hours, then I’d jerk off just before leaving. If there was a faggot around I’d cum in his mouth….and this bitch was literally begging for it. I hung out. ..if you want we can split the weekend rental on my room and go back there and have some real fun...' He tucked his tool back in his pants and whispered to me '...you leave first and meet me in the parking lot down the street...' I left retrieved my car and went to the parking lot, it wasn't long before he appeared and went to his car. I pulled into the space beside him and motioned him to follow me. We reached my motel and went into my room, once in side he turned on the television and looked. Note-perfect of course.When she finished, all the people around us applauded and she blushed, very prettily. When I looked up, a middle-aged man was stood in front of us.“Young lady,” he said, in almost unaccented English, “has anyone ever told you that you have a beautiful, even unique, voice?” he asked.“Thank you,” she said, blushing slightly, “my name is Cal Warner.”She stuck her hand out and he shook it.“Tobias Richter,” he introduced himself.“Are you in the music business, Herr Richter?” I.