Very Impatient on a sex fanstay

I panicked. What did he want? Was it my hand around his cock? My instinct told me to flee and get out of there fast.

"Oh, Sweetie." I said trying to keep my tone lighthearted while unlocking my fingers with his to stand up, "I'll go find another waitress to help you who would be much better at helping you with your story."

The weathered Texan didn't move but just maintained his level stare on me for what felt like minutes. "Girly, I have made a career out of reading people. Last time I came to this town I requested a nurse too. That girl didn't see the night out."

I shifted feet uncomfortably.

"She wasn't my Nurse Betty. I almost didn't come back to your little casino this year because I didn't want to risk being disappointed again." He leaned forward placing his leathered hands upon the table. "I requested a nurse tonight Darling so if you leave this booth now then I do too and this casino will lose my business forever. So poop or get off the pot. You're choice."

I was backed into a corner and he knew it. If I left now I would be dismissed and loss any chance to get the amazing money offered from the night. If I stayed I would have to do whatever he wanted me to do. The thought of that and the fear of discovery scared me more than I had ever thought possible. But I hadn't come this far to fall at the first hurdle. I was better and stronger than that. I was not a man (or woman) of half measures and I decided if I was going to do this at all, I would do it with every skill and talent I had.

My body language completely changed and relaxed. I would was Nurse Betty I decided. "I'm not going anywhere Sweetie now I'll help you get ready for your bath young man," I said pushing him back on the sofa, "now lie back and let Nurse Betty give you a good clean!"

I slowly knelt on the floor in front of him and undid his belt before sliding down his jeans revealing his white y-fronts beneath. I ran my hands slowly up and down his body. I moved my hands under his shirt and through the hair on his chest before moving up and down his bare legs. I let my fingers stray beneath the elastic of the underwear. A massive tent was already forming in his.