The routine was similar and written along with other fantasies in my nasty diary, which I always kept hidden behind two locks. First, there was a long...planning and anticipation stage, where I would dream about what was going to happen and toy with myself, being careful not to let myself cum. Then there was the agony of waiting out the morning until everyone had left. Then a long, luxurious bath and makeup session, as I wanted to look my best even though no one would ever see it. Of course, I. He eased himself out of her. She started to fold. She wanted to. The floor sounded nice. Somehow, she ended up scooped into his arms instead. She lay her head against his chest and let the tears flow.He stood there and let her tears run their course, holding her, keeping his thoughts to himself. It was not his place to judge, or even to try to soothe. He was there to serve and he knew her well enough to know that trying to offer comfort would not be received well.In a rare moment of proactive. That gave everyone in the bar a clear shot of her thong clad derriere and she shivered in delight anticipating the havoc that her action might create but absolutely nothing happened. No one appeared shocked or even gave any evidence they had noticed her display at all. Frustrated, she sat at the bar nursing what she had decided was her last brandy of the evening.Finally a lone man entered. After stopping at couple of the occupied tables and chatting for a few minutes he came up and sat down on. Wo chup rahi phir dhire se apna ek haath se uske galo ku chua, tumhare gaal bahut hi chikne hai riya. Phir uske hotho ko dhire dhire sahlaya mujhe bada hi mazza aa raha tha kyonki uske hoth bahut mulayam the kaya yeh latest chij timko accha nahi lag raha hai riya. Riya dhire se boli acchha to lag raha hai per darr lag raha hai. Arre riya tumko darne ki kaya baat hai tum to comp pe latest chij sikh rahi ho. Tum mere baho me aa jaao phir tumko darr nahi lagega, aur wo meri baho me aa gaye. Uske.