He was rather tall, over 6' Ithought, with wide shoulders and a short, spiky greying haircut.Rather dishy. He was well dressed in a grey suit, like a...bank managerand pale shirt, but wore no tie."Better than the usual creeps we get in here!" she said.He was going from table to table, talking to some of the girls andgiving them something. After a while, I went to the bar to get a roundof drinks and when I got back to the table, he was there. He said hisname was Ralph and that he was looking. Having no patience for kissing and heavy petting, she turned his back towards her bed, and pushed him onto it. He looked up at her with a surprised expression as he got comfortable, and waited for her to make the next move. Beth’s eyes looked up and down his body. He wasn’t exactly muscular, but he wasn’t scrawny either. Looking back at her, around six inches, and thick, was his hardened cock standing almost straight up.She leaned forward, resting a knee on the edge of the bed, and hovered over. Light gasps of pleasure and rumbling feminine groans issued from my throat. He kissed and licked his way to the flesh swelling above the top of my dress. He seemed to grow more uninhibited as he heard my moans of ecstasy. The weight of him settled on top of me and I could feel him aroused against my belly. The fire within me burned even hotter, my back arched off the ground to bring my body closer to him. The zipper on the back of my dress was undone with deft fingers. His capable hands slid. Carla was in the business for only about 2 years, but she has done enough to deserve the trusts of the black market businessmen in the area. “This is too much!” - Yavonne, one of Almond's “bodyguards”, screamed in her head while moaning in pain - “I feel my breasts numb! They will squash into a pulp any moment!” The heavy black man was roaming the wooden platform crushing six of his most gifted prostitutes' pairs of “fun bags” - as he liked to called them bosoms. Yavonne found herself having.