"You needn't give me the ten pounds. If you just felt lonely you should have said. I don't want to take your money." It was so beautiful to sit there ...ith her. I really felt young again."I wish there was something I could do to please you. You've been so nice." She said. My erection grew harder."Well", I said, coming close to her face with mine. "There is something". I looked down and through her thin shirt at her breasts which were hidden teasingly inside the cups of that sexy lace black bra.. I shifted a little on my feel, already feeling horny and wet. Good thing she couldn’t tell in the shower.“Thanks. Want me to do yours, now?”She smiled and turned. I soaped up my hands and ran them up her back and down her shoulders, then back down. I started working my thumbs at the tight muscles in along her spine. She leaned forward, bracing her hands against the shower wall. I dug my thumbs in a bit harder and to my delight and surprise her mouth opened into a long, happy-sounding moan.. It wasn't until I had been there for a few weeks that I encountered a problem. No, it wasn't a problem, it was a massive nightmare in the form of Tony Morgan, who arrived at the club with his mates, loud, brash and throwing money around. It was clear that he was doing well in the city and that he wanted everyone to know it.And I was "lucky" to dance for him (and his friends) or at least that's what he seemed to think, in his own selfish way. And I had no way out, I had to jiggle my barely. He was an Iranian-American, tanned dark, with cruel black eyes. He complained a lot about Canada, the very country that was giving him asylum because of Iran's human rights violations. While he was watching a porno movie on television, his non-Muslim Blonde Danish American slave was on her knees, giving him a blow job. She was dressed in a harem costume, like Barbara Eden's in Dream of Genie. He looked down on his slave, Eva Rasmussen. Months earlier she had insulted the pride of Iran in front.