‘Can we get you something, sir,’ the waitress said almost as soon as I sat down. ‘The lady will be with you in just a short while.’ Waitress w...as a nice little number. Slim, willowy brunette, with legs like you wouldn’t believe. That tiny little dress they were wearing didn’t do much to hide em, either. Not too big up top, but her dress was cut low and tight enough that you kept looking to see if they’d pop out. They never did. Not unless you were paying extra. ‘Scotch on the rocks,’ I said.. Becky was work. Becky is this hot beautiful bartender. She is very friendly was always flirting with me. We were at the bar for a good while and I got really hammered. I Got home argued with the wife then went to sleep. “I’m in here Sabrina. In my bed room.”She entered the room. She was dressed in her usual wardrobe. Tight blue jeans that hug her hips and ass. Tight around her legs also. Tight tee that shows off her size C tits and snug on her flat stomach. She always looks sexy. I could tell. Three Indians in all... a Spaniard and finally a man from Pakistan... very much the same as the Indian's. As I lay there I recalled each one of them, each thrust they had made, felt their hard penises deep inside me and finally the moment when they discharged their sperm and they no longer required my services. I could still smell their own particular body odour. I knew that once they had finished with me I was of no further use to them, not until they again felt the stirring of their loins. It. After a while my home was bulging at the seams and I decided that something needed to be done. It was then that Grace and I came up with the idea of constructing a boarding school for troubled and abused girls, which I lovingly call my TAG School (Troubled and Abused Girls' School).But I still wasn't through at that point. The need was so great that I established four more schools around the country. My wife Grace and I have been kept quite busy making sure that all of the schools live up to.