I should have stopped him, but I didn’t. My own breathing quicken and I looked up at him, my eyes focused now, I could see that Steven was also full... nude and stroking his own cock in rhythm with mine.His hand felt so good, jolts of electricity shot through my whole body as he stroked me and caressed the underside of my cock’s head with his thumb. I quickly realized he was making me tremble, just from his touch. Then I felt his hand shake, his own body trembling, his breathing short and fast.. So I asked a local person and gave her the direction. She said thanks and asked where I was going. I narrated my story to her and she understood that I needed money.She asked my number and told that she was a divorcee. Again she asked whether I was free to talk to her. I said yes so she said that she has to meet someone now and would call me in the evening. Saying thank you she left.That evening at around 6 my phone rang. She called. She talked about herself mostly, especially how her husband. First I want you all to know her figure. As she was an airhostess you can imagine her figure of 34-29-36 and my favorite part is her boobs. I came near her and held her by her waist, and planted a nice kiss on her neck and caught hold of her boobs. She just held my hand turned around and placed her lips on mine and we had a wonderful smooch exploring each others mouth. This continued for five minutes and I took my hand and caught hold of her butt and gave a nice squeeze. She withdrew her lips. ”“Sure, but the ones I have been to back home might have a male bartender or a DJ. I see now men here, at all.”Kelly shrugged her shoulders, sipped on her drink and moved her body to the music. Another thing, there was no dance floor with spinning lights and a disco ball. The few women that were dancing stood by their chairs or sofa moving their bodies.I noticed a black drapery on the short wall by the entrance. “I wonder what’s behind there?”“Probably the manager’s office or a storage room?”We.