My hips rock onto Your fingers. Abruptly Youwithdraw Your fingers...slide out of the booth..pulling me with You. I hastilyadjust my skirt as You lead ...e thru the almost vacant bar and into therestroom. You slide the chunky necklace up and over my head. I look at You inconfusion as You tell me to turn, place my hands on the wall, bending slightly.I obey..and look back...You bunch the leather skirt up on my ass...fingerstracing the still visible welts as Your other hands drags the necklace thru. She looked from Dierdre to John and back again. ‘Da?’ She eyed him suspiciously one more time before burying her face in her mother’s neck and hair, knotting her hands tightly in the copper strands. ‘Oh Mimi – let go of Mommy’s hair’, she sighed in a way that made it seem a well-used litany. He helped her untangle the child’s clenched fists, realizing the laborious chore must occur frequently throughout the day. Without thinking he blurted, ‘You should cut your hair!’ Dee turned startled eyes. I continued, lying motionless while she continued to rub my shoulders, my hand pressed against her thigh, I felt her changing her position, and she began to grind against my now outstretched fingers.With the back done, she asked me to roll over, I began to roll over on the table, and she gently worked her way down to my flaccid dick. Soon my dick responded to her teasing. She stripped her top, she rubbed her small breasts and erect nipples with the remaining massage oil and then allowed them to. She informed me that she had met a group of four lads in a local bar and had agreed to go to a hotel nearby and entertain them.My cock was straining in the little black lacy panties as she told me what she had been up to. She informed me that she had sucked four different cocks, none were allowed to cum in her mouth as she wanted it all in her pussy to bring home for me.She asked if I was okay as she rubbed my cock through the now damp black panties, I said that I was okay and pleased she had.