She wore her blonde hair in a pony tail that trailed halfway down her back, a pair of gray sweatpants, and a t-shirt that had some unintelligible logo...on it, and at one point seemed to be red in color. A smile was fixed on her face, when wasn’t it?, and her blue eyes seemed to sparkle, despite the lack of make up, what little she used of it, anyway. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, eh? “They just let anyone in here, don’t they?” I called across the room, English still had a few minutes. Anyways, Tabby is a huge sport when it comes to satisfying my desire to embarrass the hell out of her.It started in high school after I'd known her for a good while. Man, I've taken her blind folded just about everywhere and not once has she tried to cheat or back out of it. She's been to a professional photographer courtesy of yours truly. She loves the surprise.I love the look on her face when I take off the blindfold and she tries to assess the situation! It makes me hard as a rock. It makes. Just like that sweet baby ... you're gonna make me come if you keep doing that ... just like that ... just like ... oh, now, bite it now!"Rob's teeth clench her left nipple, Emily's back arches, her legs shiver and convulse and very heated, very desperate and very irresistible groans catch in her throat and then slip from her mouth. She continued to come for more than a minute until she reached down to take Rob's hand out of her and kissed him deeply. They cuddled and squirmed for several. Two men, one a white man, the other a black man, came out in some kind of servant outfits--- like the kind that might attend to Cleopatra. I watched as they did a dance for all of us. I was happy to see they were interacting with my friends as well. Soon enough, they were down to their g-strings. One offered a lap dance to me. I just smiled and nodded. As one stripper entertained my friends, the other would dance for me, straddling my thighs and grinding down on them. About every 3 or 4.