God help the man who tried to impose his will on her. Basicly her “dance card” was far from filled at the time I called her. (OK, the truth guys, ...ost women are not gold diggers, but we like to know that the man we get with can take care of himself, That means, for you that are a little slow, he should make as much as we do). David make about as much as she did. Before bonuses. He was about the same age, didn't scare c***dren when he entered a room and he could fuck. But the biggest thing was. If not for the talk of concubines, I could have been a bar in Killeen, Texas or Ramstein, Germany. After a couple of more beers, they started drifting out, complaining about how their ‘old ladies’ would bitch and moan if they were out too late.After a few more bourbons, I was alone at that section of the bar. The room was slowly clearing out. A couple of the serving girls were flirting with the remaining customers, trying to get them to come to the back of the house. One succeeded. I was. As it slid slowly to the floor Helen raised her arms akimbo and moved her legs apart in almost the same movement.By now Monica could not take her eyes off Helen. She had not imagined that such a shapeless dress could hide such a voluptuous body. Not that anything was hidden now. Still in high heels and stockings that finished half way up her thighs, her only clothing was a skimpy black garter belt to hold the stockings up.“Do you like what you are seeing so far, Monica?” she asked rhetorically. She took out my cock and licked it like a sex-starved girl. I then placed my 8” cock in front at her cunt and started stroking gently till she begged me to fuck her.She said, “Please fuck me. Make me your randi. Tumhara baap kabhi nahi chodta mujhe. Aaj pura bhar do mujhe. Chod daalo is nangi besharam aurat ko. Faad daalo choot. Aaj is choot par sirf tumhara haq hai.”.I got turned on by hearing this from her and pushed my cock in a single attempt. She moaned and cried in pain but I kept.