My other hand is slowly making its way between my legs. You do not answer out loud. Your eyes give the answer. You just watch me breathlessly, wanting... to feel me. I ask you again, ‘Do you want me? Do you want it?’ You finally answer ‘Yes, I want you. I want to taste you all over’ as you walk towards me. It is clear that your patience is at an end. You quickly remove your shirt, dropping it on the floor. You kiss me deeply as you slide my dress to the floor and press me backwards within your. I came to understandthat no one propositioned the bartenders. It was an unspoken rule thatthey were off limits, lest you interrupt the flow of booze. After hourswas a different story. Sabrina raked in tons of cash after hours. Theyeven started a separate shift for her and the other girls who wanted tostay. A nice skeleton crew of security and cock suckers.This was my place now. This was where I would be making my living.Serving drinks in skimpy outfits. The attention of hundreds of men on. There was some white stuff dotting her pubes. I scrolled down. More white stuff was dribbling out of her pussy. I realised that I was looking at my mate's cum dripping out of his girlfriend's just fucked pussy, and what's more, she had happily let him take pictures of that! And not just one. The next few photos were various close up shots of her spreading her pussy lips and his cum running out of her, and various other sexual poses. Perhaps thirty in all. Cameras weren't great on phones back. I was always thinking of sex. I don’t have enough courage to go to a prostitute and fulfil my desire. All I can do is masturbate thinking of the women and girls coming to my shop for stitching their chudidhar and blouse.I will go to our house only around 10.30 P.M. after drinking liquor. That time my brother will be sleeping. Anni will open the door and give me food. After that she will go to sleep. She knows that I am drinking but she never questioned me. May be because I am 2 years elder to.