#306183 - I was still distressed as he cleaned me and gave me a drink of watered down Brandy, promising not to do that again and as the liquid warmed my insides I managed a nervous giggle and my tears stopped. He pointed out my wages would go up a bit and I would be expected to serve and look after the customers. Usually he would strip me, marvel at my growing tits, having them as an hors d’oeuvre before going between my legs and sucking and teasing my long clitoris to my first and now wonderfully regular orgasm, allowing me to cool down before working two fingers all round the inside of my vagina, speeding up the in and out motions of them until I squealed and writhed, panting with a second and even more intense climatic explosion.