” “Your wife is a sweet woman,” I said. “I do not want to do anything to hurt her.” At about two in the morning Vince woke me gently and ask...d, “May I make love to you again?” “Of course. Sure.” He got out of bed and turned on the light. “I like to be able to see what I am doing,” he said. This time was even more wonderful than the first. I kept pushing my vulva into him so that he went deeper and deeper. After Vince went back to sleep I thought about his wife. Now there were only Ken and. . I can't do this anymore. I can't do this to myself or my son." So he knows the nature of your job?" He figured it out for himself last night. I came dragging in at three am. looking like a whore." You ARE a whore, Marsha. Haven't you figured that out yet? You and every woman who allows herself to be used like I use you is a whore. Even Sandra, although she thinks she's above it now, is no better than a common streetwalker. You and she both think that the good money and the prospect of a good. It turned him on immediately and he wasn't about to let an opportunity like this pass without at least painting a picture in his wife's mind. Without trying to seem overly excited he replied "I don't know about all, but I can tell you when i was an equipment manager in college a couple of the black guys on the football team had dicks that were huge and swung between their legs." "Do you wanna see for yourself on the Internet?"They sat at the computer and he started searching for pictures of. Pulling on one string, one side of my panties comes undone, falling away. The crowd cheers with excitement. I lean my head on the pole, one hand resting above it, and I reach around and pull the other remaining string. My panties fall off, falling down my long legs to hit the stage. My pussy is dripping wet, and my loose hand runs down to my clit and starts to rub it, slow circles, and I moan at the sensations. The crowd is so excited they too are moaning, rubbing themselves through their jeans.