What’s going on?” he asked curiously.“Here,” Angel held the beer out to him “have a drink.”He took the drink with a sincere “thanks.”A...gel smiled gently at the man. He was truly a good man. He knew the girls weren’t simply dancers, and he knew none of them liked what they did. But he never once judged them. Angel remembered when she first met him, how she hated him. She felt anyone willingly working a job at the club was endorsing in the lifestyle that the girls so desperately didn’t want to be. " "First put your hands behind your head. Promise me, no matter what I do or say you'll keep them there." He put both hands behind his head, "I promise I'll keep them here no matter what." "You've never broken a promise to me in my life, so whatever you do, don't break this one. Okay?" "Don't worry, I won't, my hands will stay right here."She smiled that same little seductive smile, "Good, now lean back, close your eyes, and don't open them until I tell you too." "OK" He felt her stand up,. .. I was wondering if you had room in the band for another musician." Our band?" Hope blurted. "But... you're a chorister." So are you!" I sing in the choir, but... I didn't realise you had any interest in this sort of music." Doesn't sound like you guys have decided what sort of music you're playing, yet," Tony said."I'll second that," Marcus muttered. Shawna and Hope, sharing a look at his tone, came to an instant decision."Give us a minute," Shawna said.She took Hope's arm, and the pair. I needed to be in her, so I stood and entered her hard and fast, my cock so stiff and throbbing that it ached, and I began to slam into her incredibly hot, loose, welcoming pussy. Joanie began to wiggle and twerk on my cock, and soon the sound of wet, squelchy, gooey sex, bodies slapping together, and our mingled cries and groans could not be mistaken for anything else, and I hoped nobody could overhear.We went at it like a couple of horny teenagers, and I think we were both on the verge of.