She was taller than me, held herselflike a queen, and had a commanding air that made me want to melt intoher arms for an embrace that would conquer al... my fears. I spread myskirts and curtsied to her almost as deeply as I had on stage."Oh yes, please, Miss Paris, thank you, Miss Paris. Uh, I'm Lisa, LisaLittle," I babbled. Clumsy! My head buzzed with all the smarter things Icould have said instead.She smiled and offered me her right arm, as a man might. I wrapped myleft hand around it, as a. C'mon, chop chop!”You clap your hands waiting while watching me move quickly on my knees to the end of the bed. My palms open and lay flat in front of me; my head turns to the right, looking at the closet doors as my body bends over, ass high in the air. I hear your pants unzip, your buckle clank against the leather of your belt, and you snap the leather once you have it doubled. I flinch, goose bumps raise on my skin. In a very stern tone “You know you why you are getting this. "Posture Jasmine" I whispered into her ear, brushing my lips against her earlobe."Sorry.. so sorry" was her breathless reply. Panting slightly, short fast breaths, she fought to remain composed. I released her hair and she kept her head tipped back as I ran my fingers down to the side of her neck, gently caressing her skin as I slid them round to her beautifully arched throat, my thumb pressing at the back of her neck. I kept hold of her pussy, squeezing hard and not relenting, lifting. Ich sah ihm, dass ihn die Situation deutlich anmachte. Den ganzen Abend wich er mir kaum von der Seite, berührte mich bei jeder Gelegenheit. Anja hatte mich vorgewarnt, dass er ein geiler, aber harmloser Bock sei. "Pass auf, das gibt viel Trinkgeld und einen Extrabonus. Du wirst schon sehen. Ignorier das Antatschen und die Sprüche einfach." Anja hatte nicht untertrieben. Antatschen schien dazuzugehören.Am Tresen hatte sich noch eine reine Männerrunde breit gemacht. 6 Männer verschiedenen.