Good Girls SwallowChapter 3 I Get To Watch
I slipped off my jeans and walked into the dining room wearing a new pair of clinging, almost see through silk boxers and a tee shirt that said, "I Fuck On The First Date." Those tee shirts and my long dick had become my trademark at Tiffany's. I grabbed a tray off the bar and approached the table without looking at the customers themselves. It was a trick I learned to keep myself detached from my surroundings. The only one I noticed was the man in a wheel chair. For some reason he looked...