"Thank you" I smiled and moved into his arms, he danced well, better than me in fact and whatever his after shave was, it smelled great,"Shall we have...a drink?" he suggested after about four or five consecutive dances, I agreed heartily and we took them out onto the balcony overlooking the city of London."I don't think I've seen you here before" I said casually and he laughed, "No I'm usually out and about drumming up new business" Sounds interesting" I said truthfully, "I'd like to be in the. But somewhere in her mind, she could hear the approaching footsteps in the hall but she felt too good, too in the moment to stop playing with herself. Abruptly the footsteps stopped and she peeked at the door through her fluttering eyelashes, arching her back and throwing her chest upwards so as to not be too noticeable. Should be he watching, she wanted to make sure he was infact enjoying the show. It was only fair. She got a little more vocal with voicing her pleasure so he could hear. Today was no different than any other day at the shop. Slow.. slow.. slow! The majority of customers that would step foot in the shop were men who were middle-aged to elderly truck drivers or truck stop workers on their breaks. These old men were very flirtatious and I would get hit on daily which was my least favorite part of my shifts. I am very awkward and uncomfortable in my own skin and I didn't know how to respond or react to men flirting with me. My usual response was awkward giggling. .“Mohsin …meri bhi ek chahut hai”Maine kaha‘Daniyal bhaiya…kia chaahut hai”Mohsin ne poocha“Mohsin mujhe thumari Gaand mein muh dena hai…aur choosna hai”wo suntey hi mere saamne jhuk ke khada ho gaya“Mohsin aise nahin… aaja palat ke lait ja”wo karwat lekar Gaand meri taraf karke lait gaya…. uski Gaand pe baal nahin thay….saanvli si gool muscular gool phaankeien mujhe lubhane lagien…. main unhie dabochne laga…. main uske Gaand ko phailata tau uska tight sa chaidh nazer aane laga…maine uspe muh.