Deep breaths.

Your hands are shaking and your face burns, but you carefully slide the cup of espresso over to the woman and accept payment in return. Though, your concentration begins to blur as you count back the change, and you start to grow panicked as your heavier breathes grow more noticeable. Tarisa continues to tease you between your legs, as well as slide her soft hand over your rump. It feels so nice, but the room is so populated.

Holding back **** moans, you hand her a few coins, and she gives you a strange look as she departs.

Customer six!

You can't make it through more. It's impossible. But, what can you do? Her hand moves faster as two young men approach the counter, and your body begins to weaken as you bite your lip. As she flicks your most sensitive spot, you yelp, and the two boys give you a strange expression of concern.

"Yeah," one of them finally speaks up. "I'll take a spinach pastry, but... are you all right?"

You shake your head, completely lying. You've never been so far from all right in your life. You shiver as Tarisa's lips start to kiss your inner thighs, and the only way you can keep from crumbling is to press your hands down on the counter in front of you--the only thing keeping these two boys and the rest of the customers from seeing the truth. You beg internally for her to stop.