Denny watched Trisha's every move, every expression, and every emotion visible in her tiny little face. He was so amused at how she was trying to deal with everything righteously, despite the consequences of angering her client for waiting too long."What are you still doing there?" Denny asked casually. He wasn't angry, but he made his voice sound unhappy. "Do I have to wait for more?""Mister Vero, I cannot leave the hallway this way," Trisha replied wearily. "I am afraid someone might get injured if they slide on the wet floor," she explained.Denny pouted. He felt like his smile was about to show as he confirmed a thought of her trying to be rational despite making her client wait. Had she been another girl, Denny would have called for someone else to replace her the moment she got delayed. But his patience for this girl is quite impressive. She is even reasoning out, and here he is trying to justify her actions that she is right to think about what will happen to anyone who would
Just as he suspected, Trisha was hurt. Denny is a doctor. Although he doesn't practice this profession, he still knows how to check a patient, although it's been a while since he even acted like one. He was surprised at how natural his talent showed just because he was concerned about this girl. Rationally speaking, he was concerned for the service girl because she now happened to be out of shape to serve him with extra service. And it was something he was looking forward to the moment he headed this way. Knowing she was injured, upset the client. But Denny was also aware it was more than that. It was something he himself could not explain so he did not want to elaborate himself. And so, she doesn't have to know that. Aside from that, Denny is enjoying her worried look, so he is thinking about teasing her more."Now lie on my lap facing the floor," Denny commanded again. Pretending to ignore her injury and acting like he was not bothered at all. Trisha did not dally. She thought he w
Trisha knelt before Denny to unbuckle his belt. Their eyes were fixed on each other. Denny's gaze on her was full of unhidden lust, unparalleled pleasure, and beyond ecstasy as he anticipated every tingle of electrifying sensation of the service girl's hands, even the slightest touch of her skin on his body. While the client was greatly pleased, Trisha was simply doing everything according to her training. Every service girl was taught how to serve their clients to the best of their satisfaction. They were trained this way. They, as service girls, should speak with their eyes using a language of seduction and sensuality. Eye contact while undressing themselves or their client is a significant part of their role as pleasure providers. It adds to the excitement of the receiving end of the service. It pleases the client when they feel like their service girl is trying to connect deeper than the mere sex itself. It has the unspoken message of "you can do whatever you wish with me" and so
Denny squeezed her fleshy buttcheeks in great arousal. Denny could tell he definitely saw her react the way he did earlier. He can vividly see an image of his back door folding cowardly inwards as she licked its rim, and she was even more because even when he had not had his tongue anywhere close to her hole yet, she was already folding like a Mimosa flower. Her light brown rim looked like a seed of half-sliced deliciously-looking peach in between her wide hips. He had not bothered doing anal with her because he was more than satisfied with her pussy's exquisite flavor of pleasure. But now that she dared provoke him, he was going to give her a dose of her own medicine. She should not have awakened a sleeping beast in him. Now, it's too late! He may not get his ramrod shoving into her tonight. He can look forward to it in the nearest future.Trisha was not expecting he would do the same to her as she did to her client. She was the one supposed to serve him. Besides, she pulled so man
While the two, Denny and Trisha, were busy serving and being served, Rebecca and Sandra were facing a great problem."I want that girl from earlier at the front desk!" Zeth annoyedly declared.Rebecca had repeatedly been explaining that the girl they are asking to serve them is not possible."What do you mean not possible?!" Zeth roared. He was drunk, and his grip on sanity was turning loose already. "Get the manager, now!"The young Newton was offended to have his demands turned down. Aside from that frustrating fact, he really wants to have that girl serving him with everything he wishes tonight. Adding to all of his annoyance is the endless teasing of his friends of him boasting about the excellent service of this club, and now he is being denied of his simple request to have that girl."Dude, you're such a notorious liar!" Eric guffawed as he teased Zeth.The group of young men were already drunk and wasted. They are carefree of whatever they want to do and say. Zet is their child
Zeth loves to see the girl's eyes bulge as he fills her mouth with his nine-inch proud manhood. "Don't stop!""Fuck, baby, I love the way you make me feel!" Zeth would hold her back into his ramrod whenever she would try to get a breath taking all his length out of her mouth. "Get back here, sweetie... ughhhh...." "Deeper! I want you to gag and choke on my cock." Shoving Rebecca's face down to his shaft with his hands on her head and his hips slightly lifted up from his seat to reach deeper into her narrowing throat as she gags with his man meat reaching to the farthest point it can get inside her drool-dripping mouth. Tears rolled down her face. Her mascara and makeup started to get ruined as she sweated from the hellish hotness of her service and her client's enthusiasm. Soon enough, Zeth was grunting as he released his first load of cum inside her mouth. "Fuck!!!!! Show me how you like my cum," Zeth commanded Rebecca.And she obediently complied. She knew well what his wor
The night passed without Denny's private fashion show with Trisha in sexy lingerie. With how Trisha has been so bold tonight, Denny was worried he would lose his mind if he ever saw her in a more seductive view. He did not think it would be a wise idea to tease himself more than how he was already aroused. They ended the night with snuggles and Denny checking her lower back for any pain she might still be feeling. "Take a good rest and care of your body not to bump or fall down again," Denny reminded Trisha for the nth time tonight. "Yes, Sir," Trisha nodded with a timid smile. Her client's voice wasn't as upset as he was earlier tonight, so the service girl was relieved. She nodded her head vigorously as she smiled. Assuring Denny that she would do exactly as he asked. "I want you in one of these tomorrow night. Choose the best you like. Style and color, whatever catches your interest, I want to see you wearing it as soon as I get here in my room tomorrow, understand?" Denny poi
The night was young in the world of Sweet Haven, clients, service girls, and everyone involved. Marie led the way as Denny Vero had invited, but the path seemed paved for them to pass by without people noticing or watching. Yet Trisha pretended she was asleep. They arrived at her room with Marie standing outside Trisha's door. Denny placed Trisha carefully on her bed and reminded her to be careful and not move too much again. Marie, from a distance, was so amused to watch how Mister Vero was so attentive to Trisha. He looked like a dutiful husband to his expecting, pregnant wife. Marie is old enough to have seen such couples, and she had also been there. Although her marriage did not work out and she lost the child to miscarriage, she could still slightly compare Mister Vero to a husband attending carefully to his fragile wife with a baby in her womb. It made her smile. A sweet husband is always good to watch, even as a spectator alone. The door was not closed, so she could still see