Indian Girl Showing Her Gifts

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" "Those frat boys...they ordered 4 pitchers and paid only for three...they gave me a twenty and then started asking for all kinds of change and....I got confused. I counted my bank and now I am short money....they did it on purpose." "You know the policy. All the girls started waiting on tables. What ever you are short comes out of your share of the servers tip cache." 'Along, of course, my 20%', thought Bill. "I don't make that much...I am not that good at this...you said I could be a dancer soon." "You know the rules. If I let you slide I have to let the others slide. Do you think that's fair to the others?" "No...I was just hoping things could change a little faster." "But you know it will. Come here.", he ordered her as he pushed his chair away from the old desk. Bill thought, 'Hell I might as will get a blow job for listening to her whining. She will never go on stage. I'll have her giving head in the back alley when she. It seemed that Vincent was suggesting he’d prefer it if his assistant was a woman. He hadn’t said anything directly but Nick wondered exactly what Vincent was expecting.“Now Nikki, you make yourself comfortable and I’ll get you a coffee. How do you take it?”“Black, like my men. Oh, erm, black one sugar please.”Nick giggled nervously. Why did he always say something daft when he was nervous?Whilst Vincent was out of the office, Nick started to read through the paperwork left for him. All pretty tedious stuff about pensions, health and safety, etc. Nick could feel his eyes glazing over as Vincent retuned with a drink in either hand.“Here you go Nikki.”Vincent sat himself down on the edge of Nick’s desk and put the coffee down.“I think we’re going to get on like we’ve known each other for ages, don’t you Nikki?”“I hope so Vincent, I really do.”“Please Nikki, call me Vinny.”As Vinny stood up his jacket caught Nick’s coffee and it went all over Nick’s freshly ironed shirt and clean.
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As soon as we got in the door mum took me upstairs to her bed room, sat on the edge of the bed , " kneel in front of me " she said.i knelt, my head level with her knees . she opened her legs slightly , i could see her panties , small black an silky with a dark wet patch on the front."see what you do to mummy when you look like that" she said as she rubbed a finger over my red lipstick covered lips, she then pressed her finger over both of them and said "sshhh no talking" she bent forward "do you love mummy" she whispered in my ear . i nodded ."do you want to make me happy" .. I nod again "will you do anything mummy asks ".. I nod again. "promise" i look her in the eyes an she knows she stands , her short skirt has risen up so i can still see her damp panties and its inches from my face ."take the off for mummy". i take hold of the thin string an pull slowly ,i see her pussy up close for the first time , shaved bald with small neat lips all shinny with juice. mum wiggles her hips.

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