Her regular customers loved her. They wouldnt even come into the place when she wasnt working. Tonight though, had been unusually slow for a weekend. ...It made the time drag by slower, and she couldnt wait to lock the door and head out. Earlier, her friend Terry had poked her head in the door and said, "Dont forget to come up when ya get off. We'll be there waiting for you."After locking up for the night, she walked on up the street, headed for the place Terry had told her to meet up. It was. "It would be nice if that was a horny guy back there." I say out loud jokingly. I continue you walking around the back and I start to hear the rustling get closer to me. I stop for a second to stare to see if I can make out what's moving within the woods. As the rustling get's closer, I start to get nervous that it might actually be a man. I've never actually done anything with another man because I was always too afraid. That's when I see something start to creep out of the darkness, I start. That's when she saw me. As she picked her head up to rise back to her sitting position, I saw her pause. She was looking straight at me. No question but that she realized I was there. She stared straight at me for a long moment, and then returned to her sitting position. Her knees were more tightly pressed together than they had been before, but the nightgown remained bunched about her hips. She sat for a moment, obviously thinking about what to do about the voyeur on the couch opposite her.. As far as they were concerned, I was just a slut who had no say in the matter and I was happy to service them all. Finally and reluctantly I broke off for a rest and also to go to the bathroom apply some new lipstick, as all the original stuff had long since been rubbed off.When I returned, I lay on my side on the bed, raised one leg in the air and motioned to John to come over and position his tool at the entrance to my asshole. As my regulars, John and Ron were the only ones who were allowed.