The house band takes the stage and starts to play; first tune is Pat Benetat’s “Fire and Ice”. As the first verse starts her sultry eyes meet my...weary ones and her pouting lip synch the lyrics: “Ooh you’re your giving me the fever tonight, I don’t want to give in I’ve be playing with fire.” Grabbing my hand we are out on the dance floor, she’s move seductively to the music, looking into my eyes as I’m getting lost in hers. First we dance facing each other; lifting my shirt sleeve she checks out. “Nope,” she chirped, turning to raid my jewellery box. “But you will be!” I put on the red shoes and looked in the mirror. It wasn’t an ensemble I would normally choose. With my hair in a pony-tail, the skirt and blouse looked kind of prim and innocent, but the red pumps somehow made it coquettish and sexy. “It’s missing something,” I said, turning back and forth, trying to work out what it was and also trying to get used to feel of the skirt swishing over my bare bottom. “These!” Belinda. I could tell that Tim had a raging hard on through his clothes and I was really getting very hot knowing what was in store for me. We went to bed, telling everyone else good night. He licked my pussy and loved the fact I was so wet. His tongue played with my clit and I had orgasm after orgasm. He was so turned on by this that he was ready to fuck all night long. He told me he had his own personal Pamela Anderson in bed, and knew that I was much better than she could have been. I really love. While I’m your typical blue collar guy, she looks like she has every meal prepared for her and only travels by limo or plane. She’s about 5,7 140 with long sexy legs, a tight perky ass that you only get from exercise, a flat stomach and a pair of upgraded 36 DD’s with both nipples pierced, although most people don’t know that. She has a seductive smile, emerald green eyes and light brown long hair. While she may look like royalty she’s always been happy with our simple life. And now that we’re.