...told you.........not........to do............that" she panted"you started it" I said as I sat there naked from th waist down, she sat on the floor ...atching her breath for about 15 minutes, I guess I knocked the wind out of her.I reached down and grabbed her arm pulling her to me and making her sit on my naked thigh. "let go" she said as I held her in place"ready for round two" I said with a grin"LET ME GO" she yelled"look you little whore you started this and now your gunna finish it" as I. She looked a complete mess, but her concentration still held. Her weary fingers still danced in the air, her voice heavy with fatigue kept chanting. Her hands dropped suddenly to her lap and her voice stopped. I could hear her panting for breath, her breath steamed in the cold air. She looked bone tired, her clothes were sopping wet, and she shivered as the cold stole her body heat."Was it worth it, girl? All this for that yoke, I wouldn't have done it for you without others to help," my guide. "Yes Sir, I am here as you said," she said quietly."Ready to go to work then?" he asked"W-what will I have to do?" she said shifting uncomfortably in her seat. "I-I've never been in a place like this. How does it all work?" she asked.Mr. Sarantos began to explain what went on in his establishment–what the customers were allowed to do and what the girls were expected to do. He went over the house rules (the few there were) and how her work shift would work. He explained the workings of the stage. And it was a good night. She slept in his arms, her breast in his hand, her butt against his cock.It wasn’t quite so pleasant a morning. He had to piss, and waking with his cock nestled in the crack in her butt didn’t help get it down far enough to hit the toilet. He finally sat on the seat bending over and holding his cock down with his fingers. Still, he’d take the morning as the price for the night any time.He shaved carefully and showered. He put on his robe before starting the coffee. He.