“Sujan…you’re… pulling my tits…too hard,” she moaned. Sujan let go of Nazima’s tits, bent even further and took hold of her neck with bo...th hands. Her breasts had gone red due to his rough handling.Later, still fucking her, holding her neck with his left hand, he slapped her left cheek with his right hand.“You like that, huh?” Sujan asked as he slapped her right cheek.“Aah…yes, Aaah,” Nazima said as she got slapped on her left cheek and then on her right cheek.“Good,” he said, slapping her two. Please dont stop Ms. Bowman, I am far more experienced than you give me credit for, I want this so badly Ive thought of nothing else since I saw you yesterday! I cried, begging her with my eyes. This must go no further, I could lose my job and your parents certainly would not be happy. Yes, yes, of course, anything you say, my parents would kill me if they knew! Obviously my reassurance worked as she seemed to relax, kneeling back down to face me, her hands moved forwards covering both my tits,. She was Hispanic as were her friends, and clearly they had been partying for several hours before I showed up, otherwise the bar was pretty empty. After a while I bought the small group a round of drinks and they invited me over. The birthday girls best friend was sitting next to me and she was around the same mid-twenties age range and we talked for a couple hours. After these girls were getting a little crazy the birthday girl kept asking her boyfriend to take her home and give her her. None of her friends knew that the young barman had given Dianne his mobile number nor that he had spent the night in her bed.Dianne did not know if she would hear from him again or not; it was probably just a fuck to him, although she hoped to but did not intend to contact him. Dianne and her friends used the wine bar once every week or two, so there was a good chance of seeing him there, but whether he would acknowledge her or not, she had no idea.She had checked her phone from time to time in.