Charlotte felt incredible envy at her good luck in visiting and working in places she’d only vaguely heard of, and then in the most bizarre of place... : Damascus, Samarkand, Shanghai, Puerto Rico, the list was endless. Charlotte hadn’t realised that the sex industry was so widespread, but then these were modern days and the sex industry was the world’s single largest industry (or so she read once). However, Charlotte wasn’t actually lonely. In fact, her position as the last of her flatmates to. " Wow, I'm impressed," I said. "Most women can't handle a drink that strong. May I buy you another?"She looked down into her drink, talking to it as much as to me. "I'm not most women. And yes, I'd love another!" She turned to me and smiled. "but only on one condition. You'll let me buy the next round for both of us."An idea flashed into my mind, and I figured I had nothing to lose. I ordered another round for each of us, then said to her, "Let's play a little drinking game, shall we?" . .. I'm sure this is just-" Don't play games with me, child!" barked her boss. He stood up, walked over to her still-kneeling form and grabbed her by her hair, yanking her to her feet, and causing Paloma to yelp in pain. "You're an illegal immigrant travelling on an illegal Green Card! Don't even bother lying to me!" Paloma said nothing, although let the rivers of tears stream down her cheeks. She wasn't sure if this changed the mind of her boss, but he did calm down, pushing her into a chair. The window was open and the blind was pulled down but just a hair from being shut all the way. I peered in and saw a man there with his shorts down around his ankles. Maggie was on the bed taking him doggy style. I had never seen anything like this, Maggie's red bush and the man's hairy nut sack. I could hear their skin slapping together, the sloshing of her pussy. The heavy breathing. The man stopped moving and moaned loudly. The man stepped back, his dick dangled as he pulled up his shorts..