Look at her Elmer. Wouldn't you like to fuck your wife?" Said Betty as she rubbed Elmer's fully engorged cock.Elmer looked at his tattered bride. She ...till wore her grip-top stockings and heeled red pumps but her cardigan and torn singlet hung loosely off her shoulders doing nothing to conceal her full round breasts with their dull red nipples like over-ripe cherries. She looked angry and frightened.He nodded.Horrified at what she saw as Elmer's cowardly compliance with the perverse woman's. "Not a damn thing looks good! I'll just go to whatever's playing."Shane bought his ticket, some action movie that had an OK review, and not much else going for it. He sat down in a seat halfway down the aisles, and settled back. He was reading one of those little preview pamphlets on upcoming movies, when a familiar voice rang through the air."What's a ladies man doing at a matinee in a crappy little theater on Friday?"Shane looked up, and saw a familiar face. A gorgeous familiar face. Jennifer. ”“Okay, thank you.” I think. I admit I was a bit nervous before I went on stage. but I couldn't drink to relax my nerves. There were probably about a hundred women there, all of whom were screaming and grabbing at the strippers. This seems to be an easy crowd to please, I thought, and that thought relaxed me. When a dancer was finished, he would strut down into the crowd, and the next dancer would take his place.Finally, it was my turn to perform. Some crappy disco song was blasting, so I. It ran like a river from my body; all over him, my thighs, legs and all over the floor. He turned me around and pushed me down to my knees. He moved behind me again and I could not hear him moving. I turned and looked behind me just as what felt like the coldest thing ever poured down my back and down my ass. And then he was licking it slowly from my skin.He kept pouring it slowly over my ass, and ran his tongue after it. After a while, I realized it was champagne. Where he got it from I had no.