When the call had gone through the room, she knew that some of the conversation had been overheard, before hand, maybe. It depended on how long it took for the Old man to hear it was Ruth's voice, he could have heard a lot of things he hadn't really wanted to know. She rubbed her thumb over the head of his cock, in a circle, before she turned on his lap and leaned in to kiss him deeply, conveying the frustration and sympathy that she was leaving him hard and wanting when she had gotten hers. "[color=#2ecc40]Aye, I will, stay hard for me until then and maybe I'll just come over to the table and finish you with my hand while pouring you beer.[/color]"
She gave one more stoke along his head before she stepped out of the tub and got her clothes back on. She danced back over to the tub to suck a dark bruise into the side of his neck, and then she was out the door leaving him in the bath.
Customer after customer filed into the Back Water as she worked, having to stop a couple times in the kitchen through out the evening to sneak into the back hallway to wipe a clean cloth down her leg all the more left needy she had been. Each time she would have to stop and wash her hands well in the sink, cold water to her pulse points, because she was hot. The night was warm from the fire place and she was aroused beyond all. And it didn't help that the object of her arousal had been flirting with anyone but her, and ooh, did it rub her the wrong way inside.
But that brief annoyance inside that he would be flirting with someone else when it was her cunt he'd be buried in and finding solace in, in mere hours. And she didn't like it, but she wasn't going to say anything. She had watched Ruth put him back together after The Cunt, and she wouldn't risk anything that would take Ruth out of her life. As much as she knew him, she knew if she wasn't his and his alone, and then let him leave and come back when the mood struck him, that she'd never see him again, and she wasn't going to let that stand. But to flirt openly with someone else, well it was hot, but it annoyed her. So once she was a little less hot she finally left the kitchen and headed back into the bar, heading straight for Ruth as the last two drunks sang to one another back and forth by the fire.
"[color=#2ecc40]Still hard for me, lover?[/color]"
She gave one more stoke along his head before she stepped out of the tub and got her clothes back on. She danced back over to the tub to suck a dark bruise into the side of his neck, and then she was out the door leaving him in the bath.
Customer after customer filed into the Back Water as she worked, having to stop a couple times in the kitchen through out the evening to sneak into the back hallway to wipe a clean cloth down her leg all the more left needy she had been. Each time she would have to stop and wash her hands well in the sink, cold water to her pulse points, because she was hot. The night was warm from the fire place and she was aroused beyond all. And it didn't help that the object of her arousal had been flirting with anyone but her, and ooh, did it rub her the wrong way inside.
But that brief annoyance inside that he would be flirting with someone else when it was her cunt he'd be buried in and finding solace in, in mere hours. And she didn't like it, but she wasn't going to say anything. She had watched Ruth put him back together after The Cunt, and she wouldn't risk anything that would take Ruth out of her life. As much as she knew him, she knew if she wasn't his and his alone, and then let him leave and come back when the mood struck him, that she'd never see him again, and she wasn't going to let that stand. But to flirt openly with someone else, well it was hot, but it annoyed her. So once she was a little less hot she finally left the kitchen and headed back into the bar, heading straight for Ruth as the last two drunks sang to one another back and forth by the fire.
"[color=#2ecc40]Still hard for me, lover?[/color]"
03-01-2024, 08:29 PM
