They have a tiny dance floor where you must stand close to your date otherwise you’ll be rubbing asses with someone else. We ordered drinks & dinner.... We talked, I held his hand and told him he was the best Daddy a girl could have & that I loved him. When a really slow dance came on I asked him to dance, at first he was shy but I got him up (actually I also had gotten his cock up too) While we danced I pressed myself tightly to him so he knew what I wanted. I felt his hard cock throbbing in his. The peace. The drunkenness of orgasm," she quoted."Some people feel depressed." Post-coitus." Don't you ever?" I asked."Sometimes. Not when I let myself go." Do you?" With you? I do." Only with me?" I asked."It's none of your business." No, it isn't."I waited, almost falling asleep again."Do you feel depressed?" she asked me."Sometimes. After one-night stands. Started when I was in college, a sophomore or so. Sex had become usual, and it was more a physical need than a pleasure." Did it often?". Ambika aunty and Sripriya aunty are mom’s best friend they spoke Tamil and at times took care of me when mom was busy with her pussy.Ambika aunty asked me ,” un amma va ooka modh ne ava kuda irundh ena da pan va?” ( what are you going to do with your mom when she is getting fucked ?.) so mom replied that I came with her to watch her get fucked. They kept squeezing mom’s boobs as it was soft. Mom and other prostitutes were addressed as THEVIDYA. Ambika aunty was the one who used to call mom. “You! I belong to You, Master!” I gasp out as I squeeze Your cock in my cunt. “And who controls you, bitch?” You continue with another jerk on my hair. “You, Master – I’m Yours… Your bitch! I’m Your fuckslut, Master! I exist for Your pleasure… Yours to use Master…” I moan out as I feel my orgasm start to build. Suddenly I hear a car engine in the distance – I pay little attention at first and then it occurs to me that it’s heading this way. Terrified, I automatically try to.