“How does that feel” he asked softly. “Mmmmm” was about all I could manage. As he stroked me he moved his other hand up and began to cup my ba...ls and rub them softly. After a few moments he reached over and grabbed a bottle of baby oil off a shelf. He started at my chest and squirted the oil all over me and then began to rub it in, playing with my nipples, pinching and twisting them slightly. They both got rock hard and my cock began to bob up and down.Suddenly both of his hands were back on my. I recovered in a few seconds and straightened up, grinning at Asha. “Fuck you”, I whispered and punched her in her belly. The shock as well as the force caught Asha off guard and and she doubled over, and then crumpled down as the wind got taken out of her. As she lay crumpled and whimpering, I moved over to a laughing Swati and kissed her deep. “How?” “Turns out she is a horny slut too. Who do you think has been drinking from my boobs and kept it lactating!” Swati giggled as I pulled her. Margret came down stairs a short time later with her hair up. She smiled and placed her hand on my shoulder “I will be ready in a few minutes”she said then went into the bathroom.Her dad yelled out to her “you're wearing a dress,what's the special occasion”.Her mother slapped his hand “she can me a lady sometimes “she told him, then we all laughed. A short time later we were on the road”you really look nice” I said “thanks for coming with me”.We had our usual conversation talking about what we. Same drink, right?" I said, my lips curling like I'd sucked on a lemon slice."Oh! Well here then, take this one for your husband." Are you sure that was the guy you were telling me about?" I asked. "He acted like he usually comes in and gets his own drink." No, his wife's cute and a good tipper, and their kisses are pretty steamy." He looked at the cup in my hand. "But even though I know my customer's drinks, I don't learn everybody's name and all – just the beautiful ones."In spite of myself,.