I wasn’t sure what all was allowed back in the private area, but on my third night at the bar, she asked me if I wanted a lap dance. I went with her...to the room, even though I had gotten to know her pretty well, had feelings for her, and didn’t want to be considered just another horny customer. I sat in a narrow, cushioned chair, and she sat on my lap facing me, before pulling her t-shirt up over her big, firm breasts.There were several other guys in chairs getting blowjobs, and one guy was. .” she said, her voice fading, the presumptuous invitation slipping from her mouth before she realised what she’d said. A long frustrated sigh concealed a trace of submissiveness, the very thought of spending another lonely night in bed with her fingers and a phallic friend her only companion forcing another shameless invitation. “You’re welcome to join me,” she invited, hiding her embarrassment behind a smile, placing a bottle of vodka and two glasses on the kitchen table, taking a yellow. You feel her kiss and her tongue slither back into your mouth muffling your moans and whimpers as you kiss her back urgently. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For a moment Mandy stops, looks at me and nods. Then she pushes me flat to the bed and kneels over me, my hard cock in her hand. She reaches out to your head and draws you forward. Kisses you, then my stiff member, then you again, sharing my juices with you and yours with me. That. He smiled at the young foursome and introduced them to the young lady that had shadowed him into the room, Melinda Lowery.Melinda, the young Personal Assistant, was evidently a late-twenties Girl Friday, carrying a tablet computer with her everywhere she went and wearing a Bluetooth earpiece in order to field phone calls or other internal electronic voice communications directed to her for her own benefit or that of Hartwell. Jack noted that the raven-haired woman was quite slender, yet still.