”She sat down, and he walked up to her, took his dick out, and rubbed it on her face. His mind tried to tell him that this was demeaning. But his lu...t took over, and he remembered that she’d asked for this. He trusted that if he crossed a line, she’d speak up. The look in her eyes spoke volumes; she was enjoying this as much as he was.“Do you want this in your mouth, slut? Do you want to suck my cock?”“Oh, yes, Sir!” she replied quickly. “Use my mouth to make your cock feel good.”“Open up and. ’ She paused, giving him an inviting smile. ‘You’re better than this, Aidan.’ She said his name like an intimate caress. His jaw clenched. They’d met once before and here she was judging his career choices? He wanted to tell her to go to Hell and almost did, but remembered that she was Jean’s friend, though he couldn’t fathom why. ‘Thanks for the compliment,’ he managed instead, ‘but I’m not really in the market for a career change.’ ‘I’m not talking about a career change. Just,’ she waved. "Spin around, Sarah, and let him look at you," Michelle directed. I heard an alarm bell go off somewhere in the back of my mind, but ignored it. What a strange thing for one woman to say about another.Sarah was wearing a silk blouse that was obviously top quality, very shear, pale blue, and devoid of excess material. As she spun around, I could see no signs of a bra strap across her back, but given her sister's absence of breasts, that did not surprise me. The slacks that she wore also came. Being drunk, I think she forgot about me. When they went back there, they went in and disappeared below the wall. I got up and walked over there to the side where they would be and peered over the wall. I am 6?2? so it was not difficult to see below. The bouncer came over immediately and asked what I was looking at. I explained it was my wife getting a dance and he understood and moved away. When I looked down, I saw my wife laying back on a leather couch, with the stripper hovering over her.