He had told me he had a mirror fetish in our chats so i new what he wanted and followed. We traded blowjobs in front of the mirror nude and ground our...bodies and cocks together. I was in heaven! We never kissed because i didn't have the nerve and he wasn't particularly attractive, it was all about the cock! He turned me around and he started pinching my nipples and jacking my 6.5" cut fat cock. I could feel his cock between my ass cheeks and I was over the edge horny, so i reached behind me,. I spotted Mickael pacing towards the bar. He didn't look too impressed. So I made myself busy by wiping the black marble surface. "Evening, Boss." I've seen more life in a morgue." Mickael spoke with a thick Eastern European accent, and I always had to concentrate when he spoke. "Toby. You have face like smacked arse. No wonder no one stays. What is wrong with you?" Nothing." Tell me." Money problems." You English are lazy, back in Tirana, I pay barman less than half. He work twice as hard, and. "You’re k**ding," I said."What, you got something to hide?" Tom said.So all five of us sat around the kitchen table and started playing strip poker. Only the loser had to remove a piece of clothing. Before we started, everyone had removed their socks and shoes. The play was going pretty even when Tom said that the loser had to do whatever the winner wanted. I wasn’t too worried because I was the only one that hadn’t lost a hand yet and said okay just because everyone else was for it.Wouldn’t. “What chick?"“Her."Brooke spotted her waving sweetly.“What do you think she wants?" Brooke said.“The hell if I know. You think it has to do with...”“Nah, that was months ago. And I spent that prize money already,” she said.“I’d see what she wants.”“All right,” She shrugged and walked to her table.Brooke noticed her looks and her demeanor. She was a pretty girl. She had freshly glossed lips and very buxom breasts. She was also a short girl as well. Brooke had an innate ability to spot a woman’s.