“You know, when Mrs. Swan hears about this on Monday morning, I wouldn’t be surprised if she had you fired.”“What?” Carla said, unable to be...ieve he was going there.“That’s right, you’re fucking around with the wrong guy here,” Jack added, pumped up so much by his sense of self-importance that he actually believed what he was saying.In response to which, Carla could only laugh, which threw Jack totally off balance.“I don’t see what’s so funny,” he said.“I don’t think you would,” Carla replied,. Then Frank has to spank me and discipline me.” I squirmed, my pussy growing more excited.“Have you ever given a lap dance before?”I shook my head. “What's that?”“Something every girl as hot as you should know,” he grinned, his teeth so white between his dark lips.“I should,” I gasped. “Oh, no. You need to teach me. If it is something I need to know.” A flutter of panic washed through me. Why didn't Frank every tell me that I needed to know how to give a lap dance? “What do I need to do?”“First,. Nothing else extra.I figured her asshole would probably be looser than that twat.She dashed to the pulpit and bent over it spreading her legs wide. Her entire crack was pink, rubbed raw I had assumed. Her anus, too, was a thing of beauty. Her ass may have been pretty flat, but I'd never seen a girl's butthole so perfectly pink.I took off my pants in hurry, with a rod all set to go. I grabbed a condom from my wallet, but she stopped me from using it."I don't want it," she said."Trust me, you. Her fingers greedily roam over the planes of your body, memorizing the feel of your skin and the subtle play of muscles. The womanly curves of her body fill your hands as you pull her closer. A quiet groan escaping your lips as the full length of her naked body is brought flush against yours. Your cock slips between her legs to rest against the damp heat of her need. Her hips shift in restless seeking at the teasing brush of your cock against her. Her kiss deepening as she hungrily drinks of.