We do what we are paid for and we only have names because we have to maintain an illusion. It is the same reason why they give names to rubber blow-up...dolls. Mine is Shantelle, right now, so regulars can ask for me and dream they are with a real woman. Hers might be Olga, but you say it is her true name, so I doubt if she'll be known by it around here."Shantelle emptied her glass and slid off the stool. It made her skirt ride up and her tits bounce. He reached out to stop her. "Shantelle," he. I became so distracted by it that I didn’t realise she was stroking my other breast with her other hand. I was finding it extremely difficult not to become turned on my her attention to my breasts, by now my nipples had become very hard and erect, surely she must be able to tell as one of them was practically in her mouth and I could feel her hot breath on it as she spoke! I could feel my cunt making its own juices and becoming wetter and wetter, I kept trying to tighten my thigh muscles in a. I smelled like her. I could close my eyes and just feel her lips and how her body felt pressed against me.It was a Friday, so the entire weekend was filled with emails back and forth. By Monday morning we had agreed to meet at work early before anyone had gotten there.We arrived about the same time and anxiously walked in together. Again, we went into the office far in the back of the building. Immediately, we were all over each other. My hands were on her ass, her hands all over me. Soon she. He pulled the tight skirt upover my arse and pulled my tights and knickers down to my knees."So now you're a girl that wants to play hard to get? So then I'll treatyou that way."The first blow with his open palm was a shock."What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I asked outraged."Shut up bitch, you might enjoy it."Again and again the slaps hit my ass and I could feel it glow, after tenor more I could feel the tears running down my face, taking my mascaraand make up with them, what the hell.