Trisha used her luscious lips, sensuous tongue, and flirtatious touch to worship her most valued client. But her exposed breasts did not stay on display only. She made use of them to rub his hard rock erection in between, with a tiny fabric of lace in the middle. The lace texture on the lower surface of his shaft sends an indescribable sensation as it is ticklish. It makes Denny feel even more aroused. Trisha wrapped her lips around his tool when she saw a bead of cum peep on its slit but not before having a taste of it with her pointed tongue."Ahhhhhh...mmmm..."Denny's mouth gaped as he caught his breath and moaned in delight. Knowing Denny's stamina, Trisha knew he wouldn't have any trouble getting hard after an orgasm from a blowjob, so she did not restrain herself. She licked him from the tip of his cock to his neatly trimmed base and around it until her kisses traveled down to find his male gonads. She sucked on them one after the other with a loud pop when she released them.
"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
Denny was furious not because of Trisha, nor could he blame the old man, Eleazar Levack. This place is no different from any brothel. The girls here are paid to render sex. What Eleazar did by playfully tugging on Trisha's dress ribbon could not be considered as a crime in this area. And he could not blame Trisha since it was he who ordered her to wear such clothing tonight. Still, he was furious!They arrived at his booth. He sat on the three-seater couch. With one elbow on his knee, Denny rubbed his forehead with its hand while the other palm was above his lap.Trisha stood right in front of him. She wanted to kneel, but she was scared to move on her free will. She was not sure how MIster Denny wished to deal with her. She has to wait for his command, nervously, agitatedly, and all other mixed emotions her mind cannot even name them all out anymore.Denny was waiting for his orders to arrive before he got started. He did not want any disturbance once he did. But he asked her side o
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
Denny tapped Trisha lightly on her hips to give his new order."I want you in all four," Denny whispered close to her ear. She was a perfect view of a weakened service girl due to an intense orgasm she just had. Too weak to straighten her body, she was leaning her forehead on Denny's left shoulder. Yet, Trisha complied silently. She let her body slide into the empty space on the couch to Denny's left. Then she moved one knee to be side by side with the other on the side of Denny's left thigh. She was confident her client could easily move to stand from his seat with only her feet on top of his lap by now."Mon petit minou..." [My little kitten]Denny did not move when he saw the wiggling, salt and peppered color, hairy tail attached to Trisha's butt. He gets the thrill out of the thought that he can pull it out and plow his cock in replacement to keep her filled and never empty. He could still see the glistening cum of hers dripping out of her, collecting some fluids into his fingers,
"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
Trisha did not know what to do when she heard her client was about to speak to her big boss. She was confident she did not do anything wrong, but she was still scared of what reasons Mister Vero was to discuss with Mister Brown. "Sir...?" Trisha uttered to call for Denny's attention as she helped him get dressed. She was neatly buttoning his shirt, standing right in front of Denny."You stay here for a while. I will be right back, okay?" Denny did not want to bother having his necktie back on, so he just rolled it and handed it to Trisha. "Eat or drink while you wait. You can order for anything but do not leave this booth, do you understand?"Trisha obediently nodded. She would never dare provoke Mister Vero. Denny was worried she would get into trouble again with other service girls or with other clients. She is such a trouble magnet. Not that she is naughty, but she always gets the less unfortunate end of every fight—another reason why he needed to speak with Harold Brown immediat
"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
“Honey…?” Denny called out carefully.Claudette was already about to enter the ward when she heard the man who introduced himself as Denny Vero called for Aleah so sweetly and concerned. She smiled. She just confirmed her thoughts that these two are romantically involved. She silently placed the food she bought and the change on a chair by the door before she lightly knocked and waved her hands to say she would be right back.Trisha bowed her head lower when she heard the knocking on the door. At the same time, Denny turned his head to look back and saw Mrs. Murphy pointing at the purchases she brought while she hurriedly exited the ward.Denny wasn’t able to say anything before the lady disappeared from his sight. He went to get the drinks and handed Trisha a cup of tea. There were two, so he supposed the other one was for him. He took a sip and just said anything. He urged Trisha to try hers, too.“Honey, the tea is good. You should have a sip while it’s still warm.”But Trisha place
Trisha turned her head away from Denny and faced her mom instead. Her tears started to cloud her eyes again. She bit her lips not to let her cries out of her mouth.She clearly understood what Denny had just said right now, but she could not respond right away. She was feeling torn between accepting or declining his offer of financial assistance. It wasn’t for herself alone. It was for her mom, most especially. He also mentioned being a philanthropist, which surely meant he was going to donate a considerable amount to get the procedure done with the best outcome. Yet, Trisha was still worried about what she might have to do to return such a huge favor from Denny Vero.When she was with Chloe earlier, and Denny was not by her side, Chloe spoke to Trisha with her honest and frank thoughts. Trisha realized that Denny did not know his parents already knew everything, the facts, not what they feared his sister, Denisse, might have told them. She was actually glad Denny accepted her suggesti
“She is so kind,” Denny moved closer and whispered to Trisha. “I like her a lot!”Then Denny moved back to look at the girl on her face with a silly smile.“But don’t let her know about that, okay?” Denny murmured again. “She might like me back. I am afraid of that happening.”The two shared suppressed laughter with their hands in their mouths, covering, as they both looked back in the direction of the door. They seemed to have the same fear that the person they mentioned was already back and heard what Denny just said.“I like her, too,” Trisha shrugged her shoulders as she giggled after making sure Claudette wasn’t back just yet. She played along with Denny’s joke not to let the lady Murphy know they liked her so much.“Kidding aside, she is awesome,” Denny cleared his throat before he made known to Trisha his honest opinion about the lady taking care of the patient.He also heard from the doctor and nurses he was able to speak with that Claudette is doing her duties more than a mere
“Thank you so much, Mrs. Murphy!” Trisha’s voice was shaky as she looked up from the other side of the bed, embracing her mom cautiously.Trisha felt emotional. She was glad even to only hear that her mom would regain her consciousness. She’s been in the hospital bed for almost seven months now. She might have seen the person driving the car when she was hit, but as she was still in a coma, they could not ask her. Trisha and her brother Yohan are still hoping to find the justice they deserve. The police seemed to have no more lead to continue the investigation, and since the Silver siblings did not have anyone influential to ask for assistance, they would have to rely on whatever they heard from their mom’s recollections.It would be tough to hold on to such possibilities, but they believe their mom is fighting within her to survive her situation. And one victory may lead to another if she could point out who caused her so much pain and stole so much of her time to stay healthy and pro
Soon they arrived at the ward where the name Elaine Silver was written on the chart by the foot end of the patient’s bed. A woman was reading a book seated next to the patient. She was reading the book aloud like a mother reading a bedtime story to a kid. She was too focused on her book as she read with enthusiasm and emotion according to the content of the story that she did not notice the two, Trisha and Denny, walking next to the patient’s bed.Denny and Trisha looked at each other with amused smiles on their faces. Denny gave Trisha a sign not to make a sound using his finger placed above his mouth. Trisha nodded her head as she agreed not to make a sound. She was beyond glad and satisfied that the lady Murphy was indeed attending to her mom’s welfare with so much dedication and sincerity. She was also happy that the man beside her seemed to have the same thoughts about letting the lady reading a book continue until she realized their presence. And so she continued to read:“A fath
Trisha smiled happily. Denny saw her serene smile in his peripheral vision, and he felt good. His idea was turning out to be successful. That was what he was hoping for, to make his “honey” smile, not the polite one that her face had seemed to be painted with the whole day, but the pure natural smile she would usually wear on her face when she is genuinely happy.Soon they arrived at the hospital. Trisha was worried he would be late with his appointment.“Honey, I can walk my way into the hospital. You don’t have to send me in,” Trisha cautiously suggested. “You might be late.”Denny chuckled.“It’s okay. You wait for me by the entrance. I will be right back after I park the car.”Trisha had no choice but to do as he ordered. She consoled herself that he should know what he was doing. He wouldn’t insist if he did not have enough time, right?“Okay, I will stand by the entrance door. You can call me if there are any changes,” Trisha raised her purse with her phone and wallet inside it.
Denny paused for a while. He could not say it was personal, but it wasn’t business either. But he did not want to explain further, so he just made his answer short, although a bit ambiguous.“A little of both?” Denny chuckled, helping Trisha to stand from her seat beside him.Chloe was not convinced. Or maybe even if she was, the mother still wanted to spend a little more time with her dear son, so she expressed her disagreement.“I can only let you go early today if you promise to visit us next Sunday again,” she bargained.Denny’s eyes widened in disbelief.“Mom, I cannot promise you that, but I will try,” the son scratched his non-itchy backhead as he replied.“Then you will have to stay until dinner today. What do you say about that, Aleah?” Chloe turned to the girl beside Denny.“I… am…” the service girl stuttered. She did not know what to say, but knowing her answer was awaited, she had to say something. “I’m very sorry, Mrs. Vero, but I do not decide things with…” Trisha could n
“Do you mean to marry this girl?” Franco Vero asked. His tone was still calm, not making his honest reactions known to his dearest son.“As of the moment, and if that is all for me to decide, I might say yes,” Denny chuckled at his sudden realization.The father was baffled by the son’s answer.“What do you mean?”“I don’t think the feeling is mutual just yet,” Denny let his weary mind off him.He felt good that his kind dad asked. He had been holding these thoughts within him. He could not freely speak about it with Don Carlo and Angela as he did not want to worry them for Trisha. But with his dad, he felt the assurance that his old man would understand where he was coming from. Denny let his heartfelt emotions flow.“I can feel this girl is purely doing business with me, and she never flirts nor misleads me to think she fancies me like a woman fancies a man. She is obedient in everything I ask and tells her to do because she is too cautious about losing her job. She has these invisib
As Aleah requested and without fear for Denny to grant them, they got dressed up with the doting Denny assisting his heart's wife; since they weren't legally married yet, in every step of getting her nicely yet comfortably clothed. "We should shop for new sizes of your underwear, honey," Denny gently suggested. "I am worried you might feel discomfort with the ones you used to wear and in your closet right now," he explained eagerly. He knew that pregnant women could be very sensitive, so he tried his best to clear any misinterpretations of his words. Angela excitedly bought Aleah different designs of pregnant dresses and others obviously needed by an expecting woman, but as she had not had the experience to reach pregnancy into a stage where her belly would swell up, Angela did not realize to include underwear in her shopping list. I have been meaning to do so, but as I was not allowed to go out without company aside from the nurse, I was just waiting when we could visit the shoppi