“Now this little treasure was spotted working as a barmaid in her school uniform. “Why are you up so late if you have school in the morning?”, I politely inquired. But this humble Asian teen told me that she had no time for school. She had long since left, and was working a bar job to supplement her parents’ meager peasant wage. “That’s a shame”, said I, “Are you literate?”. “What?” she replied, and I laughed. “Can you sign your own name?” “Yes, of course!”, she replied. “Good”, said I, and marched her by the wrist to the bar, where the ubiquitous Mr Woo was waiting.
Paperwork duly dealt with, we were swiftly on our way back to base camp with our newest harem recruit. The boys cracked open a beer, whoopin’-an-a-hollerin’ when they saw what Tiger had brought before them. “Strip”, I said, and she did. She unbuttoned her school shirt, allowed it to fall down her arms, and her schoolgirl skirt to fall in a heap around her cute little ankles.
Did the boys go in one by one, or did they all fuck her together? There’s so many, I can never remember…








