The women who enter the red door can’t open his door, most don’t even know he exists.The handlers are almost always in their informal uniform, jea...s and a western style shirt with the Bar’s logo on the left breast, or shorts and a polo shirt, also embroidered. Us dog girls are naked more often that not, though we do get a uniform, leather skirt and polo shirt, we’re supposed to wear that whilst training ... mostly we do. The head trainer is actually a lot cooler than he appears, his approach is. He placed one on the table by the bed, before retreating to his chair, and taking a gulp of his own.She raised the pitcher, and resisted the temptation to sniff at it. It looked to be a clear fluid, giving no hint as to what it might taste of. Taking his lead, and sitting up on the bed, she took a deep gulp and swallowed a mouthful of it down. It was strong, alcoholic, and, she supposed, not unlike a potent lager, but with more of a bitter flavour to it."Whoa..." she said as the fiery drink. She even pulled her salwar down and was pushing herself onto my erect penis. After a while, she got some doubt and released herself from my grasp and left the room.The next day both of us acted normal as if nothing has happened. Arshiya wanted to bring an application form from a college for MBA admission. As uncle was out for work, aunty asked me to accompany Arshiya. It was a village and buses arrived only after a gap of one hour between each other.We reached the bus stand which was around 1. I thrust slowly; just a fraction and she closed her eyes and gave a huge moan. Catching on, I started moving my cock in and out of her welcoming mouth. With her upside down I could see as she reached between her legs and once again fingered her own pussy. Her legs were spread and I watched as two fingers disappeared inside her love hole and she writhed in apparent delight. Her hips bucked up and down, and her vocals rode over my sensitive cock and sent shivers down my spine every time her warm.