They didn't call it that, of course, as that would've been understandable. It was thin, tight and "heavily tailored". I'd always thought tailors were ...he people who made clothes. Which, I guess, meant my shirt was either made by a fat tailor, which I doubted was the meaning, or was "heavily made", which was especially confusing as it was made of a very light material. On the other hand, it made as much sense as everything else here. The shirt didn't even have buttons all the way up; only about. She always says a woman is not suppose to like sex, she comes from the old school of women who believe you only fuck to have babies. She’s a good wife and a fabulous cook so I put up with her. I just go out and have my wild sex with hookers and whores. My wife has let me eat her pussy about six times since we have been married she says it’s not normal to have oral sex. I was surprised the other night I came home about two o clock AM and my wife was waiting up for me. She never stays up past. Then a brunette, nice muscular legs, almost perfect ass, nice curves, & good sized natural boobs. She has nice eyes, and a pleasant smile. Her olive colored skin was also catching my eye.I approached the stage and tipped her, we had a very short, interesting chat. She had tattoos but not gaudy things, and I could enjoy seeing her body. Not trying to view it through a maze of artwork.I went back to the bar and watched the rest of her session. Looked around at 6 -8 girls, busy with their phones. She squealed as I knelt down and kissed her bottom through the filmy material of her panties.“I thought you wanted tea,” she laughed as I pulled the panties down over her thighs.“Fuck the tea,” I grinned as I buried my face in her buttocks, my tongue licked over her tiny rear hole as she moaned out her desire.She turned round and once again draped both arms round my neck as I lifted her up on the table.“The tea can wait,” she breathed into my mouth as I unzipped my jeans, “But my cunt.