He gives in, thrusting me 2 or 3 times and back slow again. I can't stand it, this is torture. 'It's supposed to be me who's doing the teasing not him...' I shout at myself in my head. Looking in to Aidan's eyes, I commanded, "Tell Jake to come here, now, to fuck me hard." Aidan's face is blooming with excitement. He pulls away tucking his cock in to his jeans, rushes over and opens the door. "Yo, Jake?" He shouts. "Yes mate?" Jake replies. "Here buddy," Aidan shouts again. Aidan hurries back. I told him to be quiet. I then ran my heel across his chest till it reached his lips. I demanded that he lick the bottom of my shoe. He greedily licked the sole of my heel. My heel found its way into his mouth. Slowly, I pushed it deeper into his mouth until it became obviously painful. Steve began to choke a bit. I demanded that he lick the soles clean before his release. He did as he was told. Sadly for Steve, he assumed that this was going to be what it took for his cock to be released from. On many occasions, I used to help her, in case she needed it. After a year or so, I was going to go to India for my vacations and so was she. We even took our tickets together for the same dates. We had a flight from Australia to Singapore and then a 23 hrs halt in Singapore and then Singapore to Mumbai. The airlines had even given us hotel accommodations to refresh us. The flight from Australia was in the evening @ 7pm, which landed @ 1am in Singapore. We boarded the plane and she had a window. I was popular among the regulars–a favorite for a few. Satisfying them kept the money rolling, especially on slow nights when gullible newbies failed to cross the threshold. I knew none of the girls would approach him. He gave off the scent of a cop and appeared like an undercover rookie. Unlike the others, I didn't do the illegal shit in the back. I might've been a dancer in a seedy strip club, but I wasn't a hoe–pussy for sale."Hey Harry," I said, walking to the bar. "What's table eight.