Darren watched as the thin material covering her crotch. Darren thought he could see the outline of her lower lips. He felt himself harden at the thou...ht.Darren was startled when Stephanie slid over next to him and whispered in his ear, "Enjoying the show, Mr. Davis?"Darren nodded, not trusting his voice."Would you like me to get one of the dancers to do a table dance for you? Maybe the blonde over there by the bar?"Darren looked over at the woman Stephanie nodded toward. She wore a bright red. She glanced to her husband who was spent, his come dribbling of his wrist as he slumped in his chair, but her black stud flipped her on to her belly, helping her to her knees. He paused his movement to get her in position, she was not sure she was going to be able to take much more. With juice streaming down her inside thighs and her openening clenching involuntarily she was feeling totally satisfied, she caught her breath, the sensitivity in her swollen lips subsided and she felt him smoothly. We use this list in a very simple framework when setting up scenes. First she picks one or more of the ideas below (either by hand or randomly) and makes rules and tasks out of them. Then, after a few days of suffering through them and pushing me to peak sensitivity, the frequency of rules and tasks increases (over a weekend, for example) and she adapts punishments from the list (or comes up with them on her own) to achieve a good, intense session.So anyway, I hope you enjoy them and they. One thing. Do I need condoms?....bit cheeky, but....." Are you clean?" "Well...yes...course I am" Well then....fuck the condoms....get yourself hear, and be prepared....you ain't gonna get much sleep. Your warned!" Look forward to it....you sound....funny...you ok?" "Yes...I will be....by tonight I'll be fine. By tonight I'll be just....fine"Ooooo"Lesley...where the fuck have ya been, your an hour late" Dot asked Lesley when she clocked in at work. "And who the fuck put you in charge....your a.