The bar was where the worldly-wise (or so it seemed then) and well-heeled corporate crowd gathered after six p.m. They came from all over besides Sing...pore — Australia, the U.K., the U.S., India, and the Middle East. I was thrilled to work at a bar (and such a cosmopolitan one!) for the first time. The experienced bartender, a Singaporean Indian boy four years my senior, was outspoken, funny and brash, but had a soft smile for me. I responded naturally, almost reflexively, to him, grinning and. It fitted him perfectly and his low quarter shoes almost blindingly reflected the discreet lighting of the entrance hall."Your second job?" My first one, Captain. My name is George Windsor and my family own this establishment."The accent was pure Newsfax perfect.'George' opened the doorway, let Strathlawn enter and then followed to lead him to a window table. The seated man rose with his right hand outstretched in greeting revealing a slender short build,"Captain Strathlawn, good even, I am. He sat back in his chair, crossed his arms, and began to watch me. I knew that if I got him hot enough, he would forget everything else. So, with one hand I was playing with my tit, and the other was spreading my pussy lips open for him to see. I dipped 2 fingers in, brought them out, and licked them clean. ‘Mmmmmm’ I said as I licked and sucked on my own juices. I could see that he had a full hard on under his boxers, and thought he needed a little more action. I walked over to him, putting. He needed pussy and lots of it. Willing or reluctant, he didn't care if he could get his cock securely inside a pussy, it was his until he'd finished fucking it."Beverly, please have Summer come to my office again as soon as she can get here," Philip said into his phone as he sat there with his cock already jutting hotly out of his zipper and his hand stroking his massive thick hardon smoothly up and down in preparation for his new lover's arrival. Summer quickly responded to Beverly's summons.