I love GFE phone sex. Of course, as a sugar baby to the Living Legend, I am spoiled. I find that most guys who say they are sugar daddies, are Splenda daddies instead. They can’t measure up. I met Troy at the gym. He is my personal trainer. He talks a mean game. He knows who I am and he knows what I do for a living. A girl like me craves attention. He has been lavishing me with it too. So, I caved finally and agreed to go out on a date with him Saturday night. He knew I was the high-end GFE type. He knew he had big shoes to fill. We were at this exclusive new restaurant in town. The restaurant was on top of the building with a 360 view of the city. My menu had no prices. We had a great dinner. Enjoyable conversation too. He still couldn’t compare to what I am accustomed too, but he was not a Splenda daddy. Well, he wasn’t until he went to pay the bill. I know what you are thinking. His AMEX gold card declined. It is worse than that. The AMEX gold card was in his mother’s name. This loser tried to buy me dinner on his mother’s credit card. The waiter couldn’t run the card because he was clearly not Estelle. I was mortified. I excused myself to the bathroom and never came back. I hooked up with the waiter instead. At least with him, I knew what I was getting. He was a broke ass waiter, but he was honest and had a big cock. He had a silver tongue too. He worked magic on my pussy. In fact, I had a hot squirting pussy from a tongue. Usually, only an anaconda can do that to me. I don’t know how my loser date paid for dinner, but I was not going to front the money. I assumed he called his mommy and she okayed the charges. His loser ass is gone, but the night was not a wash. I did get to cum about a dozen times with a 22-year-old waiter with a 9-inch cock.
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