Looking around he saw a man who was wearing uniform just like his fighting one of the robbers. Jim an ex marine stood there trying to decide if he was...drunk or somebody had put drugs in his coffee.Jared stared at the scene before him. Suddenly without warning, things were very very weird; he had a blinding headache and had awakened to the scene in the bank. The fighting was over quickly and Jared felt the need to leave, he had no idea what was going on but he found himself carrying the moneybag. “You like wearing your doggy outfit, don’t you Horace?” Elizabeth asked, as she tenderly took him in hand, drawing the foreskin of his cock back and forth and massaging his balls.“And what do doggies like doing?” Elizabeth asked.“Liking privates Miss,” Horace shouted.“Come on then Horace. Show us how doggies do it,” she urged.With a bright grin the boy scampered onto his hands and knees to ferret under Elizabeth’s skirts. She laughed and let him pry her legs apart, then her giggle stopped as. It wasn’t a big surprise as she often complained about how he didn’t help out around the house, would forget their anniversary and rarely get her a gift for her birthday. She’d always say it was ok and he just wasn’t that type of guy and that it didn’t bother her, but you could tell deep down that it did. I also knew, from over the years from various conversations while drinking at work parties, that he wasn’t much of a giver in bed; just the type to focus on himself and as long as he came he. When she touched the stick lightly to the bulge in my pants, she put on a fake surprised look, and covered her mouth with her free hand.She too walked around me, using the stick to keep in touch with me. I realized I was comparing the two dances too closely, and even though I was supposed to be judging them on their moves, it really wasn't fair to do so, as the similar moves were standard stripper moves. Of course they would be the same.Betty unbuttoned her blouse, and leaned forward, placing.