When I finished, I had to scoop my hand into the urine covered floor to retrieve my meager wage. Porn sex He then stepped towards me, his flaccid cock still dripping piss. I continued looking around at the strange collection of freaks in the bar. “You wanna go for a drink then?” I asked innocently. It was the fat man again. I lowered my head and took my skirt in my hands. He continued as Peter returned with 5 more men. Hike up your skirt and give them a peak.”
I was about to protest and went to speak but he cut me off. And this continued almost on a daily basis for weeks and I used to feel my pussy dripping just to see an email from him, wondering what he might be asking or telling me to do next. Saturday
I received an email from Peter again, telling me exactly where and when and to be wearing exactly what he had sent through with nothing more other than heels. Then she’ll buy everyone in here a drink!”
I felt like the whole floor was opening up below me and I was going to fall to my death, and perhaps wished I was.
