I May Not Be The Most Moral Woman But It Works For Me

Last summer the latest thing to quit working at my house was the air conditioning, called up one of my friends who had fixed it in the past because he used to be in the business but has moved to other things. He told me he would be over to take a look at it but made no promises he could fix it, when he showed up I was wearing very little and not just because my house was approaching 85 degrees. I was making it very clear to him that anything sexual he wanted done was on the table and the spaghetti strapped tank top and thong did their jobs. I did not even care that he was sweaty, actually I still felt like I received way more pleasure than I gave him that day.
Few years ago my car was down again, my brother was out of town on a long term job so I ended up having to get it towed to a shop, figured for sure I was going to be out several hundred for the repairs. I was talking with the owner, did not realize that at first, I asked him if there was anyway he would consider a discount for me if I invited him to my place. He just smiled at me and said Well, I will have to discuss that with the owner. I told him Okay and he without even missing a beat he said Yup, the owner agrees and would give you a pretty good discount. I ended up on the receiving end of some spanking along with some really incredible sex, the man was very oral and liked using my vibrator on me. He asked me if I had any toys later on while we were discussing the terms of the bill, told him nothing much just a vibrator and a few dildos. He gave me quite a lot of pleasure also but I also gave him three or four orgasms with plenty of oral on his cock and he really liked doggy position a lot and pulling my hair. I saved quite a bit of money though, call me a whore or a slut all you want, just using what God gave me.
All sort of started when my ex would tease me after he fixed something either on my car or around the house, he would come up to me and say Well Ma'am that adjustment on your car is going to cost you two blow jobs or whatever he made up for it. I would play right along and do whatever he wanted me to do or do to me. Few months after we divorced something went out at my house and when the repair guy showed up something had me thinking why not offer it up and save some money possibly. It worked and I have sort of kept doing it.