Umm….,” Tracy blushed. “But I don’t want you to feel too embarrassed by it. I mean, I accidentally saw my brother doing it once, and I guess...its normal and everything., okay/”“Kay,” I mumbled.“Actually, it looked kind of sexy.”This took me completely by surprise, and I stared up at Tracy despite my continuing shame. She was bright red and staring at the floor, and her next words came out in a big rush.“It actually kind of gave me an idea, and you can totally say no if you don’t want to, but. "Just like this," I replied. "And now you'll fuck yourself." She looked at me puzzled. I squatted in front of her, lifting my dress and inserting two fingers into my pussy. I showed her how I fucked myself with that and she finally ran a fingertip across her pussyhole and pushed it in. She started fingering herself slowly and cautiously: I took my phone out and took pictures of her, as she sat there, legs spread wide, tits hanging freely and the finger in the fuck hole.That seemed to incite her. One girl has her own apartment and car, paid by her sugar daddy. I hate to think what all she has to do to keep the money coming. I don't think I would want to be "owned" as we call that type. I like the freedom of doing what I want and who I want. Im too rebellious to be told what to do or following rules. I walked through the crowd of men a few women. Smiling and winking at everyone that made eye contact. I had about twenty minutes before it was my turn to dance again. That's twenty minutes. There was a small touch screen on the bottom of it and a flip-up cover of some sort on the top. On the back of it was a metal clip. Zander set it down on the counter before him and then reached into a drawer and pulled out an electrical cord, which he sat next to it."Okay," Zander said. "One NPI model 9. With the government deduction subtracted that's gonna run you eight credits." Fuckin aye," Karen said."Ken, if you'll lay some derm for me, I'll verify that you're entitled to the government.