”“Why? He’s not providing ‘good’ sex. Maybe not any sex at all.”“But he could.”I nodded, “So could the guy you don’t sleep with be...forehand. Look, I’m not a prude. I’m not saying don’t have sex. I’m saying don’t make that your top criterion.”“It’s not important to you?”“Of course it is, but it’s sure as heck not the number one or number two thing on my list! Or am I supposed to hunt for a sex goddess and ignore every other trait? I thought girls HATED guys who looked for girls based on their. And I really didn't mind doing what I did, his dick was nice and I liked him. So, fifty-six bucks. Pretty good. Then, two weeks later, I sat for them again and, on the way home, he again pulled into the industrial area and stopped the car. "Do we still have our agreement, Mandy?" Of course, I knew exactly what he meant so I simply reached over and pressed my hand on his bulging pants. "I was hoping so," he said as he lowered his fly and wrestled out his cock. "Can I see your breasts, Mandy,. “Yeah, Michael,” I joined in, “Stranger things have happened on this tour.”“Do you know this song, my dear?” Michael asked.“Yeah, I used to love to sing along with Lou Rawls back when he was singing it all the time. I just want to help if I can, Michael,” Sarah said sounding something like a new girl in the choir class.“Michael,” I said, “If she can sing, and I have no doubt she can, and she’s on stage with you in her newest dress, I guarantee it’ll be the most sensational event on this Tour. With the dildo bobbing up and down as she moved, Mistress moved to the headboard of the bed and released Mary’s hands from the restraints. This surprised Mary some; she’d expected Mistress to take her while she was lying there helpless. “Turn around,” Mistress commanded, and Mary instantly rolled over on her stomach. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Mistress climb into bed behind her, the big fake cock standing out in front of her. “Get on your hands and knees,” Mistress ordered, and Mary.