Amala did not really know what to do; the best thing would be if Patrick forgot about her, but what if he didn't? How would she react when he next cam...e to the house when Sunil was there, assuming that he did? Surely he would not come back when he knew Sunil was not there, or would he?Patrick actually went home and to his bedroom and cried because he so wanted that woman but it seemed that she did not want him. Like Amala, he was thinking about what to do now. Could he go to the house to see. She took his order pleasantly and quietly, and while he waited he took the opportunity to look around the place.Most of the customers and all of the waitstaff were women. Many of the customers were dressed expensively enough that he was puzzled why they would eat here. About half of the waitstaff looked like anonymous waitress types, but the other half! They looked like slumming society women, and their outfits were much more tight and clinging. Several of them kept glancing back toward the. Coach H has cummed a second time this evening.“I am not done with you yet” Coach H tells me after he pulls his still hard cock out of my ass. He flips me on to my stomach and quickly slides his cock back into my ass. Coach H starts thrusting with power and speed again. Good thing his cum was still in my ass to provide lubrication. After several minutes of having me lean over his desk while he thrusts his cock in my ass Coach H pulls me to the ground and has me on all fours. At first both. As your hands come up and run thru my hair I reach down and unclasp your bra and slide it off your shoulders and it too falls to the floor and your beautiful breasts are exposed to my wandering hands.I gently massage them and play with your nipples as I still suck gently on your neck.Your soft moans filling the bathroom.We still have not said a word .Reach down and slowly slide down your skirt till it falls to floor all the while sucking and nibbeling on your neck.I finally pull myself from you.