Things settled down a bit over the next week or so. I didn’t want to push it. The other thing that excited me was her reaction to the guy peeving at...her in the sex shop. There was no doubt that it had affected her. We had a long weekend coming up. It meant she wouldn’t be working Saturday and I wouldn’t be working Monday. I suggested we head down to the coast as it appeared the weather would be quite warm. She agreed so I booked a hotel. Then I told her she should by some new clothes. She. Her free hand once again behind my head , minebehind hers, clenched in her hair as I became even more excited.I added another finger to those already in her pussy and after a few strokes, I pressed as deeply into her as I could, pressing her palm tightly across her snatch, beginning to move it in a rapid rubbing action. First buried deeply and traveling in circles, then sliding upwards, our fingers coming almost free before sliding once more into her slippery depths, alternating the action. Normally I would have felt uncomfortable but the atmosphere in the room was so heavy and there were so many questions in my mind of what was about to happen, I didn't really have time to think about it. Suddenly Wendy's eyes zeroed in on something and her expression darkened, a half-smile playing on her lips. Looking behind her I suddenly noticed in the full length mirror that while pulling my jeans off one of my nipples had popped out of my bra, erect it was peeping out of the top of the cup. She had a nice flow of regular customers, including Bisrat’ college tutor, Adeba’s school principal and governors and the Imam from the local Muslim mosque who loved to cum in her arse. She was rented out for the whole night with a husband and wife for their fortieth wedding anniversary. They were an ugly fat Irish couple, who had worked with refugees in Ethiopia, Bisrat’s ethnic home but Adeba didn’t care, it was all experience, realising her work would involve people of all ages. As her.