Again. Did this group ever eat out anywhere else? The answer, as I was to learn in the days ahead, was no. We always sat at the same table, in the ...ame seats, and seemed to order the same things.I didn't get tired of Phil's salads, even though the lettuce tendedto be a little on the limp side, and he never heard of any kind other than iceberg. I just had to look down at my slim waist, realize that I was helping to maintain it, and I savored every bite. (I did steal a stray French fry off. Although she tells me to call her "Older sister," she is no more than a year older than me, but she seems so much older because she knows so much more about the world, this world of the brothel, than I do. She gives me treats whenever I come in to clean her and her room, and she is the one who explains how everything works and all of the little tricks she uses. For instance she says she is known for giving the men full body massages with coconut oil where she rubs her oily breasts and thighs. .......He very nearly dropped both cups of tea when he walked in from the kitchen.She was standing behind his big orange sofa,smiling at him and leaning with her hands wide apart resting on the back of it.Her breasts were free from her blouse and as she leaned slightly forward they hung down invitingly.He put the tea down and knelt on the seat of the sofa to kiss her on the lips.He cupped her breasts and squeezed them lightly together so that he could take both of her big,hard,brown nipples. ’ But then it was pressing and I gasped as it entered me, invaded me and I could only think how good she was to have got me to a state of near orgasm simply by playing. Hands on my hips she began, slowly at first, to rock and gradually to plunder. As she had done that night in Ernie’s flat, she curled over me and her hands found my breasts, pushing their way under the dress and gripping my nipples between her nails. That was gentle at first but as her excitement rose, so did her grip tighten.