Next thing I feel is her wet pussy under my hand. It was dark at our end of the bar but we were also right opposite the door. I looked around and she ...had her leggings down around her thighs, grinning and grinding on my hand. The manager glanced over and made a joke about all ladies keeping clothed when not on stage. So as she took turns teasing me and the boss, we played along until he had to do something. So we're sitting there watching the girls onstage. (This goes back to a wonderful time. I tell her you know as well as I do he wouldn't do that, she says I know he wouldn't but I cant do that I would be to embarrassed,but if I did decide to do it which I doubt what would you suggest I wear, I said I dont know maybe a tanktop shirtwith no bra and a short skirt with no panties, she says no way would I do that and besides I don't even own a tanktop, I then say one of mine, she just gasp and says thats even worse I might as well not wear anything at all cause your shirt wouldbe way to. Subhah bi jab kamala nahi ayi to me uske ghar chla gaya to waha uska chhota ladaka tha usne kahki maa bahot bimar hai to wo kam pe nahi aayegi,lekin maine kaha ki kam kaun karega to wo bola mwri behan aa jayegi. To me wahase chala gaya sham ko jab me ghar aya to ek 17-18 sal ki ladki kam kar rahi thi, usne kaha ki me kamala ki beti shweta hu maa ne muje kam pe bheja hai lekin me usko dekhke shock ho gaya wo itni jada sundar thi ki koi soch nahi sakta ki wo kamwaki hai,uska figure kya batau. There was no way I wanted to out Hanna because I guess I loved her for her candor and just because she was beautiful and damned sexy. “I don’t want her to be harassed by the other German employees. You know?”“Okay then. Next time we get time overlapping you’re going to Munich with me cunnilingus man.” “Actually she calls me her Bratwurst Boy.”Time came for me to meet Hanna, something about a friend of hers. The day shift was finished, time to eat and then walk to the big building where she.