‘I’m sorry,’ Nicole sniffed, unable to stop the tears falling relentlessly down her cheeks. She could taste the salt as it trickled over her dry...lips. ‘That’s okay honey – here have a tissue.’ Danni pulled a dubious looking wad of tissue from her bag and passed it to Nicole. ‘Your mascara is running,’ she added helpfully. ‘Thanks,’ mumbled Nicole, dabbing at her red eyes and wishing she could erase the last twenty-four hours. In fact, make that the last three years – that way she would never. I walked backto my post behind the bar. Did I fancy a man? What a question to ask aman like me.I don't know why it was, but I kept on looking at Rod, and he keptlooking at me. I found myself up his end of the bar much more thanperhaps I should have done. I didn't talk to him, I didn't want to.But I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be the latestnotch on Rod's belt. I forced that thought from my mind. It wasdisgusting.Over the next few weeks working behind the bar of the Kitten. He presses down slipping her finger into her wetness. She smiles at his excitement, so much the playful child, yet all man. She moans again as he forces her to masturbate at his direction. Tony is the conductor, in the orchestra of Kim's pleasure. His guidance with her knowledge of what excites her brings her quickly to a crescendo. Before she can release though he halts her playing. He pulls her around and she straddles his hips. Leaning forward she reaches down to guide him into her. His. . lay back and hold your legs up! I want to took at your cunt, Mrs. Keller! I'm going to open it way up wide and look right up inside it! Hold 'em up and back... spread wide!"Once again, the sensations of servile lust washed over Dianne in a torrent of mind-destroying subjugation. She did exactly as he ordered, drawing her shapely, naked legs back as far as she could and spread them wide so that the flat, gold and pink plane of her exposed loins and upswept buttocks were completely vulnerable.