She was definitely someone you would fuck, but clearly had been doing this work for too many years. "Used up" is a phrase that came to mind. She dance... and shook her hips for me and presumably the other guests, giving a very personal strip show. Her ample ass was covered by white lingerie, and she slid her hands over the waist line suggestively. I sat and watched dumbly, shifting uncomfortably with my growing erection. She smiled as she watched me rub my cock through my pants and spoke for the. I slumped to a chair.“You’re new,” she wasn’t asking. She was telling.I nodded, and croaked out, “Coffee ... and whole wheat toast buttered, please and thank you.”“Seaman?” That was a genuine question. She called in my order and poured a cup at the same time.“Not exactly.” I said after a sip. “You saved my life,” as the toast slid in front of me.“Jam?”“I wouldn’t want to spoil the butter...” A huge bite, “Mmmm.”“Not exactly? What does that mean?”“Captain.”“What ship?” She was looking. Phir mene kiss karte- karte niche aaya aur uski salwar ke upper se uski chut chatne laga aur wo bas aahen bhar rahi thi phir mene apne mu se uski salwar ka nada khola. Aur use niche karke mene nikl diya phir mene use chod diya aur me uske legs par kiss karne laga. Aur dono legs ko kiss karte hue chatte hue me uski pink penty par aa gaya aur uski penty ke upper se me uski chut chatne laga. Phir mene uski penty ko apne mu se pakd ke niche kar diya aur uski gulabi chut mere aakho ke samne aa gye. She tricked me. What a dufus.Elaine sighed, walking over to the door and closing it. It wasn't like she'd never gone braless. She sometimes did in winter. But not in summer. And not without panties. She giggled. Well, not in public!Argh!Turning back to the bed, she cursed her decent legs, and her failure to usually clad them in long pants. The only other pair she 'usually wore' was her work pants. The black jeans she had on were okay with underwear. She quite liked wearing them actually. She.