Her short skirt and tiny thong offered no protection to her shaved pubes from the cold breeze. He finished up quickly. Indian porn Bridie watched him go, ‘What a hypocrite,’ she thought. “You working?” he asked in an Aussie drawl. Bridie was taken aback, but she quickly ushered him through the door, “Money first,” she requested. Three minutes later she was back on the street. He came back. “Oh well looks like you, might be clear, we better get you home do a proper test.” he suggested, “No more fucking now till we get the results.”
“Right so what do I do for money?” she asked. “Well to be sure you shouldn’t be screwing any decent Irish lads bareback,” he said,. Bridie shuddered. Bridie was taken aback, but she quickly ushered him through the door, “Money first,” she requested. The warmth felt good on Bridie’s skin. The ferry trip was rough, Bridie could hardly stand being swayed about by the ship rolling as it kept making her cum but finally they were back in Dr Reilly’s surgery in Ballykissasshole just by Belfast. Just a bed with a stained mattress and chest of draws and a TV.
