Same three men dropped by my table and trying to impress me, and same bars and restaurants Julie and I went and we met George also, and went to the sa...me Caf? and ordered the same thing. Then we went to the same restaurant for the early dinner and went to the same nightclubs that night and pretty much did the same thing, except I didn't step on George's toe this time that much. We said goodbye, Julie and I called it a night, and I drifted to sleep while telling myself it was pretty much weird. . Well, it wasn't very big anyway." I closed my eyes and tried to giggle, but it sounded sad. "He made me suck it and he yelled at me some, just called me names mostly." Like what?" Faggot and cocksucker and just ... names like that. He asked me if I was a whore and if I liked white cock." What did you say?" I was so scared," I admitted, glancing at him. "I just said yes mostly, but I was sucking him so it was just noise. He didn't care." Did you like sucking his cock?" Mr. Reiser asked, and I. She began asking simple questions about my personal life. I answered as honestly as any guy of my stature would do, which led to a personal, and sexual conversation. Salesa slowly leaned over our table, crossing her arms and asked in a seductively soft voice, "I'll tell you my sexual desires and fetishes if you tell me yours". The sensual tone of her voice and honest words caught me off guard, I blushed to collect my thoughts. "Well"? she replied. "I know you want me, I sensed it the moment. " I told you to stop," she manages to gasp out eventually."And then you came. Do you want me to stop or do you want to cum again?"She swallows and then says something under her breath."What was that?" I want to cum again, Mister Bauer. Please." Put your hands above your head." You command."Why?" You lied to me. You're clearly no good girl. Scratching me like that, hitting me. And cumming like a little slut. You're a bad girl, Stephanie." Your pronounce it like a judge handing out a life.