The bartender smiled at Helen and paused long enough from the drink he was mixing to kiss her lightly. After serving a few others, he returned to them...and kissed her again, much more deeply."What can I get you, Hot Lips?" Two rum and cokes." No." Rachael laughed, "One rum and coke, one merlot."Helen shrugged, "Ok, two rum and cokes and one merlot."He leered at Helen, "You paying tonight or is this on your account?"She leered back, "I think I'll pay tonight." Helen leaned over the bar and. The next day you did as you where told by me, you where aroused but also scared because of not knowing what was going to happen.At 8 pm you looked in the mirror, you where dressed but also felt very naked, your tits covered only by that thin black fabric, you could see your nipples and they got hard.Under you short skirt nothing and you knew that by the slightest movement people could see a big part of your butt.You looked like a cheap whore and felt like a cheap whore.You stept out and right. The tremendous shelf of her imposing tits cast a heavenly shadow on her midsection, emphasizing the impressive size of them. The singlet fit her like a second skin, attractively showing off her womanly hourglass figure. Slim at the waist, with magnificent swells at the hips and breasts. Elliott knew now why Jamal had chosen this for her. And with the young black man making her wear it in the shower ... fuck, Elliott couldn’t wait until that undershirt got wet.“Oh man, what a set of tits,”. Now standing at the sink I didn't just open my robe, I dropped it to the floor. I was totally naked and my whole body tightened as a thrill ran through it like a wave. I felt so exposed, so sooo naughty.Then I lent forward to the drainer and picked up a large wooden serving spoon. Bending over the sink, I spread my legs, pulled my buttocks open and started to gently push the spoon handle into my arse: Not too quickly and not too deep. Just enough to imagine it was a lover fucking my arse for.