" she said."Oh really?" I asked, forcing her to take that look again."Okay she was kind of a customer still, but I wasn't high ever. In a way that mad...e it more about the emotion than the benefits." She thought a moment then added. "Nah it was mostly about what she could do for me. I saw you with the virgin boy and you give a good blow job, but then so do I. It's about not being too emotionally invested. If you stay in control and constantly think, what next? it is better for the guy, no matter. "As soon as she stood in front of me came into evidence her breasts D-cup. The robe she wore didn't do much to contain her big breasts, showing off a great cleavage that I struggled not to face blatantly.As you may have imagined, Mom is what people call a MILF. And I'm quite used to that term because my childhood friends have been bothering me about it since I was 11, where was the time they started to realize that girls aren't so disgusting."Look at the size of your mother's tits, Liam" or. Holding her breath, her weight shifted, the stool wobbled and she prepared herself for the fall she knew was coming, but never happened. Strong hands wrapped tightly around her slender waist, pulling her abruptly from the stool, and gently setting her on the floor. Heart pounding she turned to confront the intruder and found herself forced to look up, and up, and up into the most handsome face Kayla had ever seen. Olive skin stretched tightly over the man’s high cheekbones encasing dark. I was often called upon to enter into the small space with one of the female clients for advice and assistance in donning the new items. Sometimes, I was even called to assist a gentleman with his purchase if the trouser length needed to be marked with the blue chalk to the correct length for his wanted cuff or non-cuff as so desired.There was no doubt that I would blush quite shamefully when I was down on my knees in front of some middle-aged married man with my face only inches away from his.