She began to really sob at the humiliation of kneeling out where people could see her sucking on the big bouncer’s black cock. She wondered what sh... ever did to deserve this. Finally she realized that if she didn’t make him come she would be stuck on her knees sucking his cock for hours. She redoubled her efforts to try and get him off as quick as possible.The bouncer was enjoying this young tart sucking his dick. He knew that she wasn’t 21, but he would look the other way in exchange for a. "Waiting for him in the dining lounge, she felt like a schoolgirl. She had a tingling excited feeling that made her want to giggle. For goodness sake Sharon, you're thirty years old, not thirteen, she admonished herself. What was she doing? She was the practical one. Now she seemed to have fallen in love at first sight with a total stranger. It was absurd and impractical; she had to return home in less than a fortnight's time."Hi again." His hand brushed her shoulder as he squeezed his large. "I sent it to my boyfriend," she explained. "But, of course, he had to forward it on to his friends, and they forwarded it to their friends, and so on to-" -everyone except me," Senthil finished ruefully. She smiled at him."So what do you think of it?" she asked."I...I think you are very beautiful."It was odd, that. She'd been called hot, sexy, gorgeous, a babe, sizzling, but so rarely did a guy call her the simple word "beautiful". "Maybe they should have sent it to you instead of the. I shook my head and leaned down closer to her. Her hood was pulled down across her face and I carefully took her hand. As soon as I touched her skin she gave a little jerk of surprise."Miss," I said to her softly, "Miss, are you okay?"I saw her nod. "I think so. My stick." Her voice was clear and pure. It had a sing-song lilt to it with a hint of Irishness.The taxi driver glanced around. "Over there. We need to get her off this crossing to where she will be safe. Do you want me to..." No," I.