She paused a moment to shake out her strawberryblond hair and moisten her full, crimson lips,stealing a glance at the mirror. A tall, delicatelybuilt ...young woman with alabaster flesh and liquid blueeyes looked back. Hanging her T-shirt over a nearby chair, Charise beganto unbuckle the belt of her stone wash jeans,listening to the restless murmur of the Friday nightcrowd. The Palais Royale was perhaps the most popularadult venue in the Red Zone; the main bar would beswarming with nightlife by. Alisha gladly drank all my cum and cleaned my cock.Now it was my turn to give her pleasure. She got up and I went on my knees. I lowered her bottom and saw that she had a clean shaved pussy.I started with the clitoris. I started to suck them and my colleague started moaning. I kept sucking them. Then I pushed my tongue inside her pussy and started tongue fucking her. She kept pushing my head inside her legs and was moaning heavily.I then inserted my middle finger in my colleague’s pussy and. “You’re a greedy little bitch, and you made some easy money off a dirty old man, then thought you could make even more by lying about what happened afterwards. Except it turns out that your little extortion trick isn’t gonna fly, and now you look kinda stupid. I get it, that’s gonna sting a bit. But hey, like I said, no hard feelings. And nobody else needs to know.”She looked up, eyes full of tears. Her cheap mascara was already leaving black streaks down her cheeks. I was taken aback – if it. It had at the most maybe five Italian women all in their twenties that worked in other rooms within a few doors of the place. There was an older fat woman, who sat at a desk and served the liter beers taking money for them. There was a few chairs and a broken down couch. The walls were sort of a cigarette stained tan and one wall had peeling wallpaper.When the women came in they would walk around the room. They weren't dressed any different than other Italian women in the late seventies. Most.