But the fear of ****, murder or just a mugging meant you got through there pretty quickly! :PThis night though something else was lurking amongst the ...otential r****ts / thieves / axe maniacs something else was lurking!I finished work at 1230 as usual and began the trip home. It had been an easy night and my get up of a tight black top and a short black skirt meant the tips had been flowing :D I liked the customers attention, knowing that someone wants to bend me over the bar and ram their cock. I also noted that there was only one of her expensive eardrops on a shelf.During the breakfast Helene looked a little worn out but said she was fine. When I asked her about the party she replied, "Rather boring with not many people at the bar. Short of guys for dancing; I danced only a few times and was home rather early I think".What a shameless lying bitch. Now I was almost sure that she had fucked somebody during the night and lost her eardrop while fucking. A friend of mine had trapped his. ." I admitted."Want wanking off then?" she asked as matter of factually as if she were asking if I wanted a cigarette.If I had had this scenario suggested to me to me I would have probably said I would have run a mile, but instead I said yes.I sheepishly undid my grey school trousers and then slid trousers and Y fronts down to just above my knees, my cock sprang out, despite being as nervous as hell, like an iron bar at the prospect of being touched by a girl for the first time. Vicky threw. Afterwards, when the karaoke portion completes, the primary event is here. The band comes on, sets up, and starts cranking out some up-tempo and energetic rock tracks. And we sit behind a small pub table, like many others do, and take in the vibes. Furthermore, as it turns out, you’re dressed particularly sexy this evening. And I do like how noticeably cute you are, but maybe, indeed, your demeanor is a little too frilly and so mentally unfettered. By many accounts, your naive and trouble-free.