She grinned around her straw, but we were both quiet for a while, and I turned away to do some people watching. Trying to avoid the obsession I was de...eloping with my niece.After about 5 minutes, she'd noisily slurped away the bottom of her drink (in a way that for some barely conscious, and completely inexplicable reason, had me riffing, in my mind, on Nabokov's character Ada, from his novel of the same name -- if you're curious, look it up -- I much prefer it to his more well-known. He didn't know that Geeta's practice was to encourage repeat business by promising a customer a blowjob on his fifth visit, and on his tenth, full service.It was time to go. The customer showered, and felt himself growing hard again as he toweled himself dry. Geeta had temporarily left the room, and the man dressed and then opened his wallet. He placed a $300 tip on the small table near the shower. He was putting on his shoes when Geeta returned, once again in her school uniform, looking. ....I won't........oh...I won't.......I promise not to spill.....God...oh my.........a drop of your precious load!"He releases her and you watch her walk to you, takeing in her slutty beauty, enhanced by the heavy makeup she's put on to please this man. She turns and straddles your chest, the spikes of her shoes just inches from your stare and she begins to lower herself. You watch as the garter straps dig into her flesh, growing taut with her exertions. You gaze up at her pouty, swollen cunt. She was collapsing face-first into the bed and I wasn't going to stop now. I started fucking her and she looked over her shoulder as her eyes rolled, “Make me yours!” she said. I wasn't going to pass on the chance. She reached underneath and I could feel her fingers stroke my balls as I hammered into her. In my head I wanted this to last all day, but in reality, I knew I would only last minutes being this turned on. I knew she was athletic but she was turning into an animal. She pulled off me.