I’m not a fan of wearing jeans or sweatpants and always prefer shorts, skirts or dresses. Even in the winter time, unless it is extremely cold, I wo...ld wear a skirt or dress and pair it with leg warmers or knee high socks. I just felt more feminine and sexier in them and much more comfortable.I put on a short black dress that rested a few inches above my knees and paired it with a pair of white sneakers and a black thong. The dress had short sleeves, and was tight from the top, but became loose. .. it had finally sunk in that they weren't going to stop until I stopped. That was when the chanting started.Her face was red and her hair was wet when Dilly started squalling. I was actually glad, because I was really close to cumming, and I didn't want to do that. Not bareback. Besides, my back was starting to hurt. I got a feeling I wasn't in nearly as good a shape as I thought I was."Nooo! What are you doing?" she whined as I pushed up to my knees and my prick came out of her with a. ..and I greedily, but subtly gobbled the attention and the young waitress who came to serve me trembled and stuttered noticeably when we began conversing about the menu.............she was a beautiful, voluptuous indian girl, scarcely into her twenties, dark skinned, with jet black hair that was pulled back tightly in one of those ridiculous Chinese bun thingies with the two big pins I never understood.............."Good evening, sir, having a nice time this evening??" she trilled, in a. We had all talked about the possibility over the past few months and she had been pretty casual about the idea. Now it was happening it seemed that was all a front, she was out of cash without a job she would have to go home to her folks, which at her age, was humiliating for her. I took a drink with her, did my best to console her, telling her something would turn up, she was a great boss etc. I put a hand on her shoulder, I said I would stay but I had to meet my girlfriend. She put her hand.