Jack.
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Our conversation was going smoother than I had expected. We first started to discuss our basic information like age, work and stuff of sorts. She had told me she was thirty, that was two years younger than Tracy. She had also said she was a lawyer, I couldn’t help but wonder if was Tracy’s lawyer.
She also talked about her s****l preferences, what she loved doing.
“Do you like head?” She asked, her smile becoming more confined with each question.
“Giving or receiving?” I asked.
“Receiving,” she said.
I smiled before taking a sip of my alcohol. “Is there any man who doesn’t like it?”
Luisa adjusted the glasses perched on her nose, her hands squeezing the glass of alcohol in her hand.
She had asked for a stronger alcohol as she said she was very shy, but the alcohol made
