Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I grab my cock. With my eyes never leaving her face, I stroke myself with hard, slow strokes. I am hurting and ag...in can’t explain my actions. My emotions are very raw. She stares at me with an unreadable look on her face. Then, she soaps her hands, and moves them to her milky white breasts, never breaking eye contact with me. She massages her mounds, and pulls at both nipples, with quick, deliberate tugs.I rise from the bed, cock in hand, and move to the. But how long could I stop him. The coat was down half the way, and I was just on bra. He kept kissing on my boobs, navel, and on the right side while my ass, thighs were being squeezed by the servant. I had no idea what to do now. The customer had calmed a bit by now as everyone else was silent.“Are you ok girl?” The customer asked me and kept his hand on my shoulder. To his delight, he found that coat was already down and he was placing his hand on my bare shoulder. He kept pressing my. The relaxed atmosphere became especially apparent when they went out with colleagues for drinks after work. She relaxed more on those occasions and every now and then their hands would ‘accidentally’ brush against each other. He realised that, along with the familiarity, the ‘harmless’ flirting he was so used to, was actually developing into more of a sexual tension. It was subtle, but definitely there. He could sometimes see a flush developing at the base of her neck when they spoke. When he. I was so nervous that I could see the bottle shaking in my hand and figured it couldn't hurt to take a drink. I put it to my lips and took a big gulp of it and I remember that it burned all the way down, but felt nice and warm in my stomach. I handed the bottle back to him and he took a big swig himself, before placing it on the table in front of us. "Let's see. Where were we?" He said as his eyes scanned up and down my body. "Oh yeah. You were begging me to fuck you" He said with an evil grin..