Pretend like you're a porn star when you're fucking him. Be his little slut in bed. He'll start doing things that you never expected." "Yeah, like ask...ing me what I did with his sweet, little Sarah. I couldn't bear to freak him out, Ben." He shook his head and smiled. "You're not listening to your old pal, Ben. He's waiting for you to find your inner slut. Put sweet little Sarah on the shelf for a while." Sarah smiled uncomfortably at her drink while she stirred her straw. Ben didn't feel like. She didn't want that. She wanted to TALK to him. With a sigh she hung up.She decided to run to her interview. She'd be hot and sweaty, but they'd see how in shape she was. She put her hair in a loose braid and took off. Twenty minutes later she knocked on the door of room 106 at the Restful Inn Motel and was admitted by a man who introduced himself as Bob. He looked her up and down. She wasn't surprised. Every man looked her up and down. She was used to it.Bob got right into the interview. "Why. You can turn around.’ He did, giving my outfit a once-over. ‘It looks much better on. So what’s your name?’ I smoothed my hair. ‘I’m sorry. I’m Jane. Janie.’ ‘Well, Jane-Janie… it’s nice to meet you.’ He held out his hand. I took a few barefoot steps toward him to shake it. What else could I do? Never mind that it happened to be the hand which had been buried up to the wrist in his wife’s cunt the night before… Thinking about that made me want to pass out. ‘It just Janie.’ ‘Want some. Exakta66: I tease your gums and tongue.ClassyLady: mmmmmmmmmmmmmm....Exakta66: I pull my tongue back and nibble at your lower lip.ClassyLady: Sparks run through me.Exakta66: I feel it too.ClassyLady: I push my body in closer to you.ClassyLady: running my hands over you.Exakta66: Your hair is so soft it tickles me.Exakta66: Your hands feel so good on my body.ClassyLady: I can feel your heartbeat.Exakta66: I stroke your neck with my hands.I recall hesitating at around this point. It was getting.