When I was working at a girls' bar, my boyfriend kept getting jealous, and we eventually broke up. Even though I was just talking to customers across the counter, no matter how many times I said, "There's no need to worry," he never believed me. While I had a boyfriend, I never went anywhere with customers, and there really was nothing to worry about. After that, I avoided meeting anyone outside work, but once we broke up, that reason disappeared, and I started casually meeting customers. I'm actually quite shy despite working in hospitality, and I wasn't good at this kind of thing, but some customers were really fun, and I started thinking it wasn't so bad. Still, I couldn't handle it well. The guy would say he was seriously falling for me, and once we'd had some drinks, the mood would naturally shift. Once, after drinking at karaoke, things got out of hand and I was attacked. Well, I guess I shouldn't have gone into a private room, but I didn't have a boyfriend anymore and was feeling sexually frustrated. Just holding hands and French kissing, I could feel myself getting wet—something even I noticed. When he shoved his hand into my panties, he laughed and said, "You're acting like you're resisting, but you're soaking wet, haha!" It was so embarrassing. We didn't have intercourse, but things went pretty far before stopping. After that, I felt restless, craving sex, and started following guys whenever they invited me. Today was the same—I was surprised when he suddenly started filming after we arrived at the hotel. Getting my sensitive nipples touched, and knowing this version of me was being recorded, turned me on like crazy. He said he wanted to shoot this privately, so I believe no one else will see it. Because scenes like me spreading my legs wide open, my clit fully exposed as I climax, would ruin me if anyone else saw them. G, End!