She'd been in the bar for a while earlier, and Sally remembered serving her Stroh's. She was nice looking too, short dark hair, no makeup, and loose c...othing to hide her figure, but Sally had remembered her."You're Billie, right?" Sally said. She'd tipped her well, not too well, but well enough, and had made a couple of good jokes when Sally had a moment."Yeah, you remembered. Must be hard to remember people when you have so many." They say I have a talent for names. But you'd have stood out.. They gave her a good simultaneous tug, so that her torso got a great big stretch. She gasped, but the action somehow grounded her in her body and all her silly little mental ruminations dropped away. Julia, the slice of ham, emerged from somewhere. Laura realized she had stepped out and come back, and was carrying a framed image in her hands. She looked at it. It was a strikingly beautiful woman, painted in the manner of the classical French painters such as Ingres. The woman was standing,. Coming to the story without getting you bored, I went to delhi for some business work for 3 days but my work had completed a day earlier so I was free for a day as my tickets were booked accordingly. So I decided to roam around and finally went to a pub. When I entered the pub I saw around and didn’t found anyone interesting. I was sitting at the bar counter and having my drink watching everyone. Then I saw a group which consist of 5 ladies. I was continuously staring them as I thought inside. She smiled and knew why he was here, 'one of my four persistent admirers,' she thought to herself. 'Well he can go and fuck himself, and not me!' she decided.As she turned to the cupboard arms encircled her and hot lips kissed her neck, just like he had several times before. But had always been solidly and safely rejected, he knew his place and she knew he would never get anywhere either. Her body exploded into bits, her nipples gripped her mind, her pussy gripped what was left of any decision.