Or probing inside her. Or how his hands would feel running down her body, over her tits, down to her hips. He cheeks coloured as he looked up. He was ...staring at her again. “You’re not listening are you?” he questioned gently. God, this was becoming unbearable. Did he feel the same? Glancing down, she saw the answer to her question. He was sat with his legs slightly apart and his excitement was clearly visible in the form of a raging hard on. She raised her eyes and looked him in the eye“No.. The men and women seemed drunker to George as he served them.The leers became more conspicuous as George worked the room. There wereno attempts to hide the blatant stares from the men and women in theroom. Given his outfit, he was certain that they all felt that he wasencouraging such looks.The remarks grew cruder and the physical contact increased too. Georgefound more hands around his hips, pats on his hip, while some touchedhis back, rubbing his bra straps through the dress. Despite. "I hope so, Madame," was Jacqui's reply."I want to add a cabaret turn to get these customers feeling like buying a girl," Martha continued, "So I bought Grant the same day you arrived and I want you to do a live sex show with him." You mean fuck in front of the customers?" asked Jacqui."Yes. Do you object to that?" Martha asked her in an ominously quiet voice."Not really," Jacqui answered, "It won't be the first time. Does he get to beat me as well, Madame?" No. I want them excited, but not. When it was closing time Oliver and I stayed behind and gave in to our sexual desires of wanting one another. Our arms and and hands were all over each other passionately as we kissed, the heat was steaming off our bodies as we threw all of our clothes off and threw caution to the wind.Oliver was five foot 10, spikey light brown hair, brown blue eyes, the cheekiest smile you ever saw, and had unshaven stubble on his chin as well.Oliver took me by the hand and we walked into the shower room and.