Hall of Infinite Doors
"I am interested," you contend. "I mean, do guys ever just do you?"
"You mean, when I'm not ready?" asks Ashley. "Well, yeah. That's part of what goes on with these parts of the body. Men will want something, and those that can't control it will take it. It's just part of the job."
"And it seems odd that you could be feeding so many children," you say. "Isn't there a limit to what you can do?"
"I know what you mean. Actually, I work for a company. Most of the girls are concerned about initial contact. I make more and am the sales rep. Last year I tried to start my own business. I made better money, but for whatever reason, we couldn't make ends meet."
"We?"
"My boyfriend kept the books, and we had a secretary too. I found out they were having an affair later. Eventually we broke up."
"So, you got back with your old company?"
"Yeah, the girls that came with me each had to give the boss some sort of 'satisfaction' that they weren't going to 'rebel' again. He used me as his private pony for a while, but we're good now. He just sits on his yacht with his personal secretary and watches the money roll in. Brat."
She takes another drink from her beer.
You smile coyly.
"You really want to see this work?" she asks. "Com'ere." She unbuttons a couple of buttons on the black dress. "See what you think."
She leans back on the arm rest while you pull out and examine her "equipment." It's amazing. Perfect shape, soft to touch. She has a great body too. You run your tongue along, and suck momentarily. She sighs and curls her back farther. You feel your landing gear coming down.
"You mean, when I'm not ready?" asks Ashley. "Well, yeah. That's part of what goes on with these parts of the body. Men will want something, and those that can't control it will take it. It's just part of the job."
"And it seems odd that you could be feeding so many children," you say. "Isn't there a limit to what you can do?"
"I know what you mean. Actually, I work for a company. Most of the girls are concerned about initial contact. I make more and am the sales rep. Last year I tried to start my own business. I made better money, but for whatever reason, we couldn't make ends meet."
"We?"
"My boyfriend kept the books, and we had a secretary too. I found out they were having an affair later. Eventually we broke up."
"So, you got back with your old company?"
"Yeah, the girls that came with me each had to give the boss some sort of 'satisfaction' that they weren't going to 'rebel' again. He used me as his private pony for a while, but we're good now. He just sits on his yacht with his personal secretary and watches the money roll in. Brat."
She takes another drink from her beer.
You smile coyly.
"You really want to see this work?" she asks. "Com'ere." She unbuttons a couple of buttons on the black dress. "See what you think."
She leans back on the arm rest while you pull out and examine her "equipment." It's amazing. Perfect shape, soft to touch. She has a great body too. You run your tongue along, and suck momentarily. She sighs and curls her back farther. You feel your landing gear coming down.