We were both getting rather drunk. When we had finished eating, we moved to the main bar.It was quite empty. A group of around six middle aged men we...e playing dominoesat a table, and showing off to a person wielding a camcorder. They all hadparty hats on so I assumed it was someone's birthday. It was - the landlords.He swaggered out from behind the bar carrying a tray of drinks, with whichthey all toasted him. There were four other couples scattered around the bar.We were by far the youngest. Unemployment, especially amongst the young, was shockingly high. As Molly could confirm, well-paid jobs had become harder and harder to find even for the well-qualified. If a young man or woman continued to study beyond the current school leaving age the path to higher education was beset by crippling loans and fierce competition for college places."I kept some of the best fruit aside for you, Molly love," said the burly shaven-headed stall-holder in the vegetable market with a friendly pat on. “I told you to call me sir. I only send pictures of my cock to girls who follow orders. Are you ready to follow orders?” “Yes, sir. I’m sorry sir. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”Just the answer I wanted to hear.“When the next man comes up to you and starts dancing with you, I want you to fold that form fitting dress of yours up so that your entire ass and pussy are on display for the club. Grab the man’s hand and let him finger you. Shake your ass and dance on his fingers until you cum.. The top was oddly shaped, with and elegant curve that reminded me of...To my left, I noticed the waitress and when I turned my head, I saw her gracefully remove her yukata robe, fold it and drop it to the floor. Naked now, she walked to the other side of the table and climbed up some steps I had not noticed before.My eyes locked on her small breasts as they bounced slightly with each step, the dark nipples, already hard, swayed slightly with the movement. Looking downward, my eyes followed her.