It was quite difficult to order a beer without taking my eyes away from the pert little bottom jiggling provocatively just inches from my face, but I ...managed it. The grinning barmaid blew me a kiss as I told her to keep the change.(Big time Charlie potatoes, that's me.)"You looking to score?" said a voice in my ear and I turned to look into two big brown eyes belonging to a pretty Eurasian girl of about sixteen wearing a cut off pink vest top and a very tight, very short white mini skirt, "Or. Laughing.It hurt. It hurt. Like knives cold gun at your head. Like suffocating being strangled knives hands on your throat. Like surprise all of everything gone no way of knowing what what what. He hit her, twice, three times, more, and then there was a great darkness.Then, waking to the sleek feel of plastic against her skin. Then, the feel of knives in her. Again.Again. Again.She decided she was dead, and lay still, feeling nothing. Not even letting her skin know what was happening to. Working it with my brush and dryer I then began to concentrate on my afternoon. As I stood there in front of the mirror and even though I saw myself I also could see what I did back at that sex place.I could see myself sitting there leaning forward sucking those men's dicks, I swear I could feel them in my mouth again. I could feel them throbbing and giving me the sperm I wanted to get from them. I stood there picturing myself as I stood in that tiny room pushing back with my ass against the. 'Ah, when I saw him, I thought he had an entirely different purpose round here.''What?''He had obviously just finished pleasuring one of the maids — Belinda Stourton, she said. I thought, judging by the size of him, that maybe his job was keeping the ladies of the house contented.''How did you know what he'd been doing?' asked Lady Astley, curious.'He had a rather impressive appurtenance in his hand, and it was covered with juices when I examined it.'Her employer glanced at her, slightly.