The pay was okay but her tips, fortunately, were very good. Layla was rather attractive and men being what they are, well… no need to elaborate. Her... life, however, felt like it was in a rut. She had an on-off relationship with a boyfriend who drove her crazy and she found that still living in the small town where she was born, really gave her the shits.She was sorely in need of a change of scenery and fortuitously, that was about to happen. Having worked her arse off, Layla finally got a free. Andrea made a casual off the cuff remark about her thinking about stopping shaving her cunt and Jay turned and looked at her as he said, "If that's your attitude then you had better go upstairs to our bedroom and remove all your clothes, stand in a corner facing the wall and place your hands on your head!"As Andrea got up silently and headed to the living room door, Jay noticed a cheeky half smile slip across her lips, he called out, "Stop! When you're upstairs you will think about your comment. We wanted to make sure we were both comfortable before going any further. One look was all it took, and we agreed that he would go get us a room. He came back and we walked into the room together. We stood there for a few minutes, a little bit nervous. He had some booze, so he poured us both a drink to loosen us up. Then, after talking for a little bit, he asked me if it would be okay if he took down his pants and showed me his cock. I told him that I’d like that, so he did. It was about six. That night as Pat and I got ready for bed I said, "I hear that you like to give hand jobs and, in fact, are quite good at it."She gave me a funny look and said, "What the hell are you talking about?"I told her about what I'd overheard in the bar. She flushed, "Was one of them a redhead?"I nodded yes."That must have been Harry Short. The other one could have been either Billy Neubert or Ronny Holbrook." Care to tell me about it?" It started" Pat began, "when I was sixteen and babysitting for.