“I thought that this was a place where we would eat and be entertained.”Garry smiled a superior smile and patted his naive companion on the wrist....“They are both the one and the same. Food and a pretty woman are a perfect fit. Chines delicacies are beyond compare, as are their dainty women.”Adam tried to settle down but it was beyond his English manners to be sitting in, of all places, a Shanghai brothel and waiting for the women to arrive.The food came first. Morsels of meat and fish in soup. My last customer thanked me and he headed out. Close to closing time, I was sweeping the floor and had locked up. I pulled down the blinds that would indicate that we were closed. I heard a knock on the door. I went over to let them know that we were closed. It was a young woman. She looked about 20 or younger. She was a really good looking blonde. She didn’t look like she needed a haircut. She said “ I am hoping that you can help me, I couldn’t make it in time for my spa appointment.” I told. Really, I wouldn't even stop you if I could. I am yours.You will decide when that need gets met. For now, I am grateful to have you filling my mouth, to have been chosen as your slut today. You pull out of my throat and I kneel at your feet, panting to catch my breath and looking up at you. Watching and waiting (what feels like forever but can only be a matter of seconds) to taste you. As you cum, you push deep into my mouth again, filling it from the inside. I struggle to swallow and cum. I apologised for the long day; she shrugged and said that she was getting used to them. I told her that I hoped it wouldn’t last for ever; she made no response. I was too knackered to try to bring her mood round; she was already in bed and asleep when I went up. Sophie was once again spending the night at Hayley’s; I realised that I’d hardly spoken to my daughter for four days.I seriously considered asking my doctor for tranquilisers the next week. The extreme nutters, the so-called ‘European.