Ally wrapped her arm around his neck and they kissed gently, running her fingers through his hair and sending shivers down his spine. As James bent to... kiss her neck, Ally’s heart raced. She pulled his closer, draped a leg over him and let out a sigh. She could feel her panties clinging to her wet pussy, and she wanted nothing more than for James to touch her. Instinctively she began to grind against him. James could feel Ally’s heart racing as he kissed her neck, running his lips along her. Her whole body was so sensitive. Her belly ached pleasurably from the penetration. She moaned softly. She had completely forgotten about the camera or her brother watching, she was consumed entirely by her own little world of rapture. She felt herself begin to come and ripped the toy from herself quickly. A splash of juice shot from between her legs. She pushed the toy back inside herself, rubbed her clit a couple of times with one of her hands while struggling to keep her balance, and ripped. Things got especially rowdy there on Friday and Saturday nights.Her job was to dress pretty slutty and of course the sluttier you dress the better the tips, right? After all she was a shooter girl. She was little, cute and sexy. She stood about five foot four and weighed 110 pounds. She was thin and in great shape. She came home with tips regularly in the amount of three hundred dollars or more on a good night.It was a country bar she worked in. She would wear the tightest and smallest. She found none. Horror set in when she remembered that there was only one telephone in the house, and it was perched on a lamp table in the foyer, near the ballroom, where a swarm of guests stood about, laughing and gossiping. There was no way she could make a call in that noisy room. She wouldn’t be able to hear the people on the other line, and she was certain they wouldn’t be able to hear her. Another problem arose: what if one of the guests overheard her conversation and notified Richard?.