They argued about music then, but in a nice way. He moaned and complained like an old man about the songs she liked and she mocked the deep meanings o... the lyrics he had always valued so much, saying things like, ‘I can’t wait to tell my patients that they should shine like a crazy diamond.’She asked him about nightlife in his hometown then. Did he and his friends have any nice bars or clubs to go to? He said he didn’t like crowded places, that he preferred to be out on the street with his. I glanced at the stage, and noted two things: there wasn’t a pole for the dancers, in the middle of the stage there was a chez-long. ‘Different’ I thought. I walked to the bar and ordered a large Bourbon on the rocks and took a seat. Shortly after I took my seat the house lights dimmed. A total stunner walked on to the stage. She had flaming-red hair tied in to two pig-tails. She wore a crisp white cotton blouse which was tight enough to hint at ample breasts, and a tie with orange and black. " Which one is that?" he snapped.Her eyes narrowed at his anger. She raised a convincingly thickened eyebrow. "I guess that depends on which way you want to swing, hot stuff."He softened his tone. "Come with me? Please?" Scared, babe?" Please?" Alright, hon. We need fresh drinks, anyway. We'll hit the bar on the way back."Peter let Gwinn tuck his arm under hers, and was grateful for her support. The movement elevated his drunkenness by at least two notches before they'd walked twenty feet. His. She closes her eyes and the expressionon her face is so beautiful right this moment I want to take her in my armsand kiss her. But there are roles to be played and I start rubbing my cockagainst her face, touching her eyes, lips and cheeks. It is like touching silk. "No",she begs, but I know what she means. And I put it into her mouth, barely suppressingthe moan of immense pleasure. This is like diving into a pool of hot tar, Ifeel convulsions in my belly as I slowly move in her mouth. "You are.