He turns her around to face him, placing her into a straddling position on his lap, his stiff prick poking out from under her tight little ass cheeks....As the other guys watch, enraptured at the sight, he places Stacy's head on his shoulder and gently rubs and pats her back...and after a moment, the guys can't help but laugh as Stacy burps like a baby that's just received a satisfying feeding! Yet one more guy--the last in the group--walks forward, carrying a pillow. "Dude, she is so fucking. I expressed to all my friends that if I heard the word rabbit, I might hurt someone. Just like that, I was Buck.We arrived at the strip club, a rowdy group. We had to calm down to get in, too much enthusiasm would call attention to us and a closer check of our ages. We settled in with fresh bottles of beer to watch the girls. They were all very pretty and well built, stripping as they danced until the only thing they were wearing was a thong or a g-string. I had been told that many strip clubs. Carol and Archie Mygrant have owned the Cluster Cluck Bar & Grill for about 20 years, and with all that experience Carol could probably be listed as a certified psychologist. She has known me for about 12 years, and all she had to do was look at my face to know something was way wrong. Her question wasn’t really a question, it was more a statement of fact, and she expected to get a straight answer from me. I couldn’t lie to Carol, and gave it up over the next few minutes.She looked at me hard. . funny, I don't remember crying. I tried to open them again. This time I met with more success. Yet I might as well have kept them closed.It was dark and cold. And damp. Very damp. This place felt earthy and I didn't like it. It made me feel ... cramped."I see you're awake my dear," said a voice from the darkness.A candle suddenly burst into life, all on it's own.The face of the demon was suddenly visible. Candlelight flickered over his face ... his perfect face.Perfect except for his.