Cameron closed his eyes as she continued to pleasure him. But after a time he grew rather impatient and thrust his cock down her throat, wanting things to speed up a bit.<br/><br/>It wasn't as if they had all day to engage in their lustful desires. He didn't want to end up getting scolded for paying too much attention to an employee.<br/><br/>After all, he couldn't get kicked out of this place. Idly he wondered if it was even possible to get fired from the Teahouse. The worst thing he could think of was being forced to work here without pay in return. But what he and Zara were engaging in wasn't a big offense, just something that they probably shouldn't be doing too often. Not if it interfered in their work. Then again, Zara wasn't getting work and Cameron hadn't been in a lineup yet, so why shouldn't they do what they wanted?<br/><br/>He was oblivious to the fact that a customer sat waiting in the main hall of the brothel. Of course due to the fact that he was a whore, Cameron didn't climax right away.<br/><br/>It would be an offense to a paying customer if they wanted him to last for a long time. That coupled with the fact Zara was a woman served useful now.<br/><br/>Cameron would have a much harder time trying to hold back if he had been with an attractive young man. But Zara wasn't that bad he had to admit. He liked the noises she made as she worked on him and a few sound escaped his own lips. "With skills like this, it's a wonder you don't get customers." The blond murmured when he could find time to breathe. His hips thrust forward, driving his cock further down her throat as his fingers twined around her hair, keeping her head in place for him.