“Would you want to?” Samantha returned following up her question.“God, I don’t know if I would be any good at it.” I answered wondering why ...he was asking me this.“I danced for rent, food and clothes money at a club my first two years here at Tech. If you want to learn how, and I think you would be great at it, I can teach you.” Samantha offered. “I am still good friends of the guy that I worked for so he would probably let me give you lessons in his place.” “So you don’t dance any longer?” I. .. and Holy Spirit.”She smacked Kristen’s naked pussy, hard.“Nggahhh!“ Tears sprang into the girl’s eyes. She bit down on the thing in her mouth. “Uh-eezh!” she said, trying to say “Please.”With the edge of the black heart, Sister traced a figure-eight about Kristen’s titties. Lightly, she tapped the girl’s nipples, which were hard from fear — but not just. At last, Sister raised the stick, as though preparing to deliver a blow. Kristen recoiled, but she had nowhere to go. She pulled at her. Taking the opportunity, I told her, “Billy Bob sent me this you have to watch it.” she agreed and lay down next to me. As the clip went on I asked how she felt about it and she said nice. Basically she will agree to anything I ask, so I said “what would you like to watch” and opened the category page to let her browse. She chose lesbian, but asked “you like lesbians, right”? “Of course”, I replied, “but I want to know what you like”. After a bit more aimless browsing, I clicked on Amateur, and. " Cool," she giggled gleefully.As we walked towards the restaurant from the parking lot Lisa was about three steps ahead of me. I don't know if it was intuition or ten years of high school teaching but as I watched her walk I blurted out an observation. "You were a cheerleader in high school weren't you Lisa."Lisa slowed, turned, brushing up against my arm.   Intentional or accidental, her nipple touching my arm un-nerved me."I thought you'd never notice," she cooed softly. "I really.