Around noon, I received a text from Abhilesha, “Snail came to our place for some water.”I replied asking about their interaction. Abhilesha replie..., they spoke for some time on what he does and all basic info they exchanged about him and us. He was a Hotel Management Grad and worked with some restaurant chain.That night, we again went in the balcony around 11:30 pm and after sometime, we again heard the click. It was coincidental as if he knew our timings/routine of balcony.We both looked at. ‘Excuse me?’ He pointed to my battered old mug with a bit of an embarrassed smile. ‘Sorry, bad joke.’ I glanced down at the mug that I’d swiped from the house I’d grown up in. We’d given it to my Dad twelve years back and it had a big number 50 wearing a birthday hat over the 5 and balloons tied to the zero. He extended a hand. ‘I’m Brad, and this is Maisy.’ It was only then that I realized a little girl, around 4 or 5 years old with a mop of Shirley Temple curls, hung onto his left hand. Damn. “do not cum, SLUT! I did not give you permission.” He ordered. Immediately I took my finger off my clit. “yes sir.” I replied. “slap my ass harder ken.” I ordered. He obliged leaving a rather nice red mark on my right ass cheek. “oh fuck, oh god!” he moaned loudly. He pulled my hair so hard I winced a little but the feeling of his cock swelling and throbbing inside me was so distracting. He thrust in one final deep thrust. Soon cum was shooting deep inside me. The hottest part was. So just as Isabel was actually starting to enjoy being so close to her, Angela announced "All done, Mrs Wearing." And started wrapping Isabel's wet hair in a towel and tying it turban style.As Angela returned Isabel to an upright position and turned her to face the mirror once more, she said apologetically "Sorry if I seemed a little brusque earlier, I do like working here, it's just all I get to do is wash hair, make the coffee and sweep the floor."Isabel suddenly felt sorry for the girl and.