It was a white tuxedo-looking collared halter top with a deep V front with two fake buttons. The halter top left her belly bare. She also wore a pair ...f stretchy black shorts. Around her neck was a rhinestone encrusted bow tie. Finally, a pair of strappy stiletto heels finished her outfit. "Damn, Jenny, you look awesome!" he said. "Thank you, but it's just a uniform. Got to look good to hustle drinks," she said blushing a bit. "Well you sure make the uniform work! You can hustle a drink for me. As Louise was peremptorily pushed on to a whipping bench and cuffed in place she squealed in protest, "Hey. That's not fair. What did I do wrong. Who is this old man anyway?" This 'old man', as you so delicately put it, is my father, His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah, ruler of Kobekistan, may he live for ever and have many sons, and you are to get six from me for first objecting to him fucking you and then objecting to him stopping. You ought to get more for not knowing who he is, but. As we three entered the pub, I saw a few couples kissing passionately and few were a bit too much involved in their passion that they had forgotten about their surroundings.We all had a few shots of vodka and I don’t know about others but I was feeling tipsy. Josh asked me dance with him and I offered my hands. As we were dancing I felt his hands all over my back. he was only moving his feet, his hands were roaming all over my body. Sometimes he pulls me towards him and my breast crashes in to. " She asked. I moved closer behind her and got in a minor squatting position myself, providing better balance. She squatted once again, her tight ass rubbing up against my penis area. Nobody else was in the gym as early as we were that day, so I didn't feel very embarrassed. After several more of her squats, the constant contact between my penis and her ass was beginning to cause me to get an erection. The shape of my cock was now visible through my shorts. I was extremely hard, and found it.