"Sir, we are so sorry, please let me send somebody else to serve you," Sandra Valk was trying to talk to an old man who already had a drink somewhere else before deciding to grace Sweet Haven with his annoying presence.His name is Eleazar Levack. He is among the SVIPs. He is nice to talk to when he is sober, but he turns into a very different person when he gets drunk. Stubborn and too difficult to talk to. Just like right now. He saw Trisha walking over to the bar to get her order when Eleazar playfully pulled the strings of ribbon on her waist, knowing it would untie the knot and open her dress as they got close on their walk. He was walking to a table while Trisha was heading to the bar counter. She already winked at Venus when the latter saw her coming from afar, so Trisha would only pick her order up since they knew what to prepare already. But the old man had a glimpse at what she was wearing inside that he exclaimed."Gorgeous!"Trisha quickly pulled her dress securely on her

Trisha was conscious not to leave stains on Mister Vero's clothes,, so she lifted herself from his lap and unbuckled his belt. She stood from her position to remove all his clothes away and put them nicely on the vacant single-seater chair nearby. Denny did not mind. She could cum all over his clothes for all he cared. He won't be meeting anyone else after her, and when he gets home, he will surely change his clothes. Yet, he did not resist as he enjoyed watching how she conscientiously was serving him. He followed her lead in everything as she guided him without saying anything. Trisha carefully undressed Mister Vero. Then she stood in front of him to untie the ribbon of the red dress she was wearing and let it drop to her feet. Then she went back to straddle him again. With her hands holding to the backrest of the couch right beside his head, she kneeled on the couch with her knees right next to the sides of his thighs.Denny clenched his jaw as he keenly watched her every lusciou

"How do I say...?" Trisha answered with a deep thought as she made sure he was well-cleaned. "Mind-blowing?" She was starting to feel sober again. She sweated all over her body. They sweated a lot during the whole time. The alcohol effect must have been released along with her perspirations. There was no way the alcohol could have remained in her system. She stood up to help Denny put on a robe, then cleaned herself with the wipes and wore the robe herself. She sat on Denny's right side, one foot behind his back while the other was upfront. She leaned her back on the couch's armrests and pulled the man into her to make him lie his head on her chest. His back to her front and gently knead his temples.Denny kept his eyes closed. He was thinking of a way to bring this girl home and keep her by his side. Trisha thought he was too tired, so she tried to make him feel comfortable with her soothing touch. She let her kneading fingers move up to his scalps. From the forehead down to his nap

"Okay, given that you are serious," Harold clasped his hands, and with his elbows leaning on the desk, he hung his chin on his knuckles. "Because that is exactly how you look right now, let me rephrase my question..." Harold took a deep breath, stared at Denny, and asked cautiously."Are you sure about this?"Denny stared back at Harold. Then he looked away, sighed, and fell into a deep thought. His friend's words were said so seriously that Denny had to pause and let his brain sink in all the possible messages it may have had. Harold has a jolly personality, but when he turns this serious and cautious, Denny could pick hints of genuine warnings. "I am sure about wanting to keep her safe," Denny answered, staring blankly at the empty chair across from him. "Tell me, Harold, am I a fool to do so?" He asked with uncertainty. "But I don't think I can leave her knowing I have caused her so much trouble in here," Denny added."How long do you think will you keep her?" Harold asked."As yo

Trisha remained silent. Besides, she wasn't asked for anything that would require her verbal answer, so she kept her eyes on his face, not in an intimidating way but in curious cat-like expressions. But not for long because Denny raised a question that demanded her answer."Did you say you would like to work for me?" Denny asked.Trisha was not sure how to answer his question, so she blinked her eyes at him. Was he talking about serving, or did the word work mean as he mentioned earlier? She was hoping it was the latter, but she could not let high hopes devour her."Would you like to quit her and serve me alone?" Denny asked again."I... I'm..." Trisha stuttered. "I am..." she paused. She swallowed the remaining food in her mouth and asked. "How...?""Quit here and come with me. You will have to stay at my house so I will not worry about your safety all the time," Denny answered, feeding her another bite of food."I am sure you have heard about why I am working here," Trisha looked do