Mister Sinclare covered his eyes saying '...I don't want to watch while he change...' Once I had put on the pink panties Charlie said '..you can look ...ow, turn your ass around bitch...' Charlie tugged my arm as I turned and I felt Mister Sinclare stroke my buttocks. As he did so he said '...mighty nice piece of ass he got but he still ain't got my dick hard yet...' Daniel said softly '...don't worry boss man, the bitch is gonna get on her knees and suck your dick like a real pro. Ain't that. Her mother never seemed to tire of reminding her of it, at any rate. She had dated of course, but the guys always seemed so … pleasant. It didn’t sound like a bad thing at first, but there was always this small seed of adventure in her. Something prevented her from ‘settling down,’ as it were. She did all the things she did because there was a very strong sense of obligation, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to commit to a life with someone and put down roots. Still, it probably would have. Then suddenly she said sir you are mean as you knew I was frightened, nervous and could not control myself, so why you did this.I told her, I did not force you, it was up to you to give in or refuse, but you choose the one that you liked most, isn’t it you like fucking? She shook her head saying yes, I always want to fuck. You are the forth man that fucked me. I jokingly told her, Laila may be when I was fucking you here, Mustaq must have been fucking his wife in Phills. She laughed slyly,. ‘Um sure…yes…why not?’ Her nervous smile crinkled the edges of her eyes. Mid thirties he thought, single, probably a career girl. ‘Two sugars right?’ ‘How did you… yes please.’ He pointed at the sugar tubes opened on the saucer. ‘Elementary.’ He laughed at his small joke and was pleased to see she had understood the reference to Sherlock Holmes. She wasn’t entirely unread then. Robert was able to study her in the reflection of the mirror behind the bar. Sally fussed with her floral dress,.