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I noticed that many employees and customers alike were looking at me. At this point, the sweatshirt zipper was down only slightly. I get stares and attention typically, which of course I never mind and much enjoy. It’s hot for me to know that in my 50’s, guys of all ages and some women find me attractive and desirable. I sat in the waiting room, checking my email and messages. I also took a few selfies teenager there and in the ladies room for Nick. I sent him a couple of zipper-down, cleavage pix. Nick text back, “Is that your plan to get a discount on the bill?” I just sent back a winky face emoji.� After a short while, the service department manager walked by and said, “Hi, Mrs. S.” He didn’t stop and continued to his private office. I got up and followed. I entered and closed the door behind me while he sat behind a large desk. It was one of those offices with windows and open blinds to view the waiting room and service areas. With a big smile, while leaning forward with my hands on his desk, I asked, “Barry, for your very favorite, loyal, sexy client, can you use your influence to get me out of here faster and at half the price?” Nervously, Barry clicked his computer’s mouse and buzzed the service area from his phone. He typed and asked the tech a few questions about my car. After hanging up, he said, “If you approve the work order I can move you to the front of the line, and they can have your car done in small tits less than an hour. I can authorize an extra 10% discount, bringing the total with tax down to only $479.63.” Fuck! What could I possibly buy at the mall with a measly $20 in change? Probably just a decent glass of wine at one of the restaurant bars…LOL.� I calmly said, “All right, Barry, please give them the okay to do the work and get me out asap.” He buzzed them again to give the instructions.� As I pulled my sweatshirt zipper down and shook my head letting my shoulder-length blonde hair flow back and forth, I said, “Barry, now you and I have less than an hour to work on getting me a bigger discount, so let’s get down to business.” With my cleavage and boobs on display, Barry’s jaw-dropped stare lasted only briefly as he then looked with fear at the walls of windows. I walked away from the desk with a sexy wiggle from my toned ass and long legs. I closed each of the nine sets of blinds, locked the door, and strutted back to the side of his chair. I stooped down and started to rub the inside of Barry’s right thigh while looking into his eyes schoolgirl and licking my red-painted lips. With a nervous stutter, he rambled on, and only some of what came out of his mouth were actual words. Mostly sounds spewed from his quivering lips along with a few “Oh God’s” and some “Oh fuck’s.”� I then spun his chair 90 degrees to face me, and I dropped onto my knees. I rubbed my hands up each of his thighs as they met at the apparent bulge in his trousers. I repeated this several times, and Barry began to relax. I was not sure whether his relaxing was related to the pleasure he was about to receive or more like a small jungle creature, ultimately giving up, knowing that the tiger was about to devour it and there was no escape. I unbuckled his belt, pulled his zipper down, and pulled his pants down to his ankles while he assisted by wiggling his ass in the seat. Now, just in his tighty whities, his cock was aching to be released. I pulled the elastic band down in front about an inch at a time, slowly. As each inch of his cock became exposed, I licked it from the base to his cockhead. I repeated for a total of six times for each of his six inches of hard, throbbing manhood. Not a monster, but definitely to my liking and most importantly it was hard, clean and well-groomed, all of which are musts for me.� Having more room and more time than my typical car blowjob, I pulled Barry’s underwear tattoo down to reunite them with his trousers at his ankles. I now took my hoodie completely off, unhooked my skinny bra, releasing and completely exposing my boobs and broad shoulders. Barry offered his praise and admiration for my D-cup, natural boobs, and large areolas. He said he always wondered what they looked like and often fantasized about playing with them while stroking his cock. Rather than adding to my earlier eavesdropping, I push myself up from the couch, propping my torso with one arm. "By all accounts you are, Prime Hartwell. She looked downcast, sad, and half drunk. As i kneeled down beside the bed to a more accessible and comfortable position i held her legs up with my arms and went to work licking and teasing her pussy for what seemed like forever. I didn’t know if he had any more tattoos but if I could, I would get him naked just tattoo so I could see all of his tattoos and to do some very naughty things to him. "I think Daddy would be a lot small tits more reluctant about ignoring his girls in future, wouldn't he?" she teenager agrees, pulling you to her and planting soft, lingering kisses on your face. Phase one was complete. It was so hard not to play with my nipples during class. I popped a load pretty quickly and we both fell to sleep. I do. But her sacrifice wasn’t in vain, for I’d skinny been watching the tree line as she died. This is schoolgirl what Olivia was preparing me for! He walked up behind her and hugged her, whispering in her ear, “I’m sorry, babe.” He turned her around and went to his knees. Don't be jealous.” "I'm due back from the states today, aren't I." She has pale skin with light brown freckles all over her body, and her hair is dark red and curly. I heard Mom and Joe both moan when it was all the way Suddenly, we were in a mad scramble, we were both moving, twisting our bodies around. God showed me a piece of black cloth. The taste of her, the scent. Nicole was about to say something, then stopped herself and gave me a look.