“And, is there aaanyythiing I can get you?” she said to him in her best attempt to flirt. “No thank you” was his only reply, without even look...ng up from his book. Kelli grinned slightly, while resuming her typing - at least she wasn’t the only one not drawing his interest, she thought to herself. After about twenty minutes, he put his book away, closed his eyes, and leaned back in his seat, trying to get some sleep. Kelli stole a glance at his nice skin and biceps that stretched his t-shirt a. His other hand reached out to take the drink, leaving a trail of sparks where he grazed my hand. By then my hard nipples were poking holes through my bra and thin t-shirt. I could feel myself starting to get wet. He was staring at my huge tits and I was drinking in every inch of his sexy, sweaty body. His right arm was sleeved with intricate ink that looked military. I inhaled his manly scent of sweat, musk, and his personal aroma. He stepped closer and got all up in my face. I was no longer. When she came back she seemed to stand a little taller and had a wicked smile. She put her hand in my pocket and whispered OK, Ive done it, my panties are in your pocket downed the next vodka I got for her and went immediately to find herself a hard cock. They danced a little more and his hands got a little lower. She kept him to the edge of the dancefloor so I could watch without drawing too much attention to myself. I could see a huge smile come across his face as he realised she wore no. She is treated like a slave and moreover I was carrying your mother' she said. 'What happened to your clan' he asked. 'They broke away, a few came here and the others got s**ttered. What I have told you I have not even told your mother' she said as she spread her legs stretching them. 'Why me' he asked. 'Because you are a man our man' she said and as she folded her legs back her skirt moved exposing some of her thighs. 'Why do you still follow those rituals' he asked? 'How can I forget them, I.