They never noticed that they were loosing, a lot of money to my boss and his b*****r. My boss kept telling them to make sure they tipped me for gettin... their drinks. he even put a beer mug on the table for my tips. My jar was filling quickly, with fives and tens, and singles. After a few hours, they were pretty d***k, the drinks I made were pretty strong, so they decided to stop playing for the night. I thought that would be it for the night. We all went to the bar , thinking the night was. He stepped into a pair of pink lacy panties. The softmaterial was gentle against his red soar rear end. He found the matchbra and put that on next. Clancy winced in pain as he sat on the bed androlled up stockings up his legs. He decided to wear his black silk skirtand matching blouse. He pulled them off the hanger and stepped into theskirt, then put on the blouse and fumbled with the buttons. Steppinginto the six inch heels he check himself in the mirror to see a guy inwoman's clothes then. I moaned; stopped for a second and returned back to sucking it felt awesome. Then several minutes passed before his cock shook in my mouth and began spraying cum down. I quickly pulled off and spat out his cum; he looked annoyed though he did rub my hair as if thanking me. So I then put it back in my mouth and sucked what was left on his cock completely clean while Jason continued fucking me. I had yet another orgasm causing me to almost bite down on his cock; I pulled it out and grinned like. And subhra aunty is just like a perfect indian aunty.She was brown.With nice big boobs which I later came to see and a round face with cutest eyes. Her stats would be 36-30-38/40.Man she was bit fat but perfect.She would always wear saree.And days passed.We would chat normally. Sometimes she ask me for shopping.She would tell me how her husband died and she didn’t look for another man etc.I would tell her my career pursuits. We became friends within no time. Then came those time when I had.