.. God that feels good." she said reluctantly taking my face from her chest and bringing me up to look in her eyes. "I'm not going to have sex with yo.... Not even a blow job. We have talked about it before and you know that I love my boyfriend back home and there is no way I am going to cheat on him not even with you. At the same time though I can tell that I am starting to fall in love with you. Not to be mean but there is no way I can let that happen I love my boyfriend back home just way too. He was relieved when Paul didn’t move, but simply drew in a sharp breath and tightened his grip on the CDs in his hand. For a few seconds it seemed as though time itself had stopped and neither of them moved or made a sound. Then Paul’s hand moved slowly over the soft flesh until his fingers were inside the leg of Ronnie’s shorts. Still not entirely sure if he was misinterpreting the signs or not, he slid his fingers round the curve of the limb until they were spread across. ”“We can’t do that in here,” she whispered, her hand resting on my crotch, her fingers pressing against the budge in my jeans.“You can, if you want to,” I pressed.“Oh, I’d love to,” she said, “But if we get caught, I could get fired. Plus, how do I know you’re not a cop?”“You don’t,” I replied, looking at the dancer on the main stage, “Sometimes you just have to take a chance.”She slipped her hand off my crotch and back onto my upper thigh.“So why don’t we start with just a table dance?” she. This caused her mound to grind directly on my thigh and she groaned then moved up to bite my collarbone, a bit harder than usual. I slipped one hand down further and let it slide over her asshole and forward.Oh, she was so wet already. I could feel the wetness on her panties already as I worked my finger between her folds. She gasped when I did this, and bit down again. I pulled my other hand up and slipped it between her hair and pulled back. With my fingers in her hair she came and I looked.