I'm not being sarcastic because it truly was good to know: now I knew to stand with my back to walls as much as possible. The shirt was some sort of d...rk blue. 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 the 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. “I will be baby girl.” He said as his hands moved down my boobs. They found my already hard nipples and started to pinch them. I moaned loudly. I knew this made daddy hard; he loved hearing my pleasured sounds. “Baby girl, daddy would like to make sure your princess parts are normal. They seem to be dripping a lot.” He said, pulling me into his arms. “Okay daddy. They are very tingly right now.” I responded as he pulled me to his face. He didn’t let his mouth touch yet, but I could feel his. Until now, he hadn't thought about it, probably because he was too happy of having a naked girl inside his home.I couldn't tell him the truth, so I said, "Like I told you, I had some car trouble, and when I took a look at the engine, I spilled something on me, and I felt it burning. So, I had to remove all my clothes because I didn't want to burn myself."He stood up and came walking towards me, "Are you wounded? Let me take a look!" No, no, I'm fine! I already checked myself."And still coming. Anyway, Ronnie decided for my 17th birthday, she was going to take me to anall-male strip club. I wasn't sure about that, but what the heck? If shecould sneak me in at age 17, I could look.It was about 11 p.m. when we arrived to a darkened room. I was wearing thered leather dress that Ronnie had given me and a gold lockett I had beengiven from Amy. My hair was up, very formal. I was beautiful, to tell you thetruth.So we sat, and we laughed, and we went a little crazy. Through Steve.