She wasn't wearing underwear, she was a lovely girl and already knew exactly how I wanted her. My fingers found the way to part her wet slit and gent...ly traced the inside of her lips, spreading her moistness all around. I slid one finger deep into her hole, her honey tasting juices flowing like a river as I gently massaged my finger in and out of her. I could feel her knees starting to tremble so I guided her into the bathroom and hoisted her onto the sink counter. I kissed her neck and. It was then I stumbled on Hennepin Avenue, a downtown street lined with flop houses, arcades, bars, and late at night, whores. They beckoned passing cars with gestures that ran from the seductive to the outrageous, and they drew traffic jams of onlookers and customers, and only sporadic attention from the indifferent police. I was fascinated. I spent an evening studying them while nursing cups of cheap coffee at a greasy spoon cafe. The technique looked simple enough: stand by the curbside,. She struggled to think of a way out of this. She had been saving herself for marriage. Wait, she said. I'll use my mouth on you.She had done this before with Harold many times. It was meant to help him hold out until their wedding night. She figured that sucking this guy off was bad, but at least she would keep her virginity. I was going to jerk off but no way I'm turning down a blow job, he said as he removed his pants and underwear. She just shook her head, what was I thinking, she thought,. Nothing was covered; the corset served only to push her breasts out for her man to enjoy, and the flamboyantly open panties colorfully framed her beautiful, shaved pussy. She danced. I had no idea she could dance like that. She danced like a professional, but with her heart in it. She danced her hips right up to Bill, and took one spiked stiletto heel and slid it under the waistband of his pants. He lifted his hips, and she slid those sweatpants right down. His cock popped out, already hard.