As I danced I began moving my hands over my body in the way that I imagined a stripper might. My dress was not designed for stripping. But as I danced...I slid the skirt up, exposing more and more of my thighs. The guys began cheering and they quickly started yelling "Take it off!"I looked at Ted and was dismayed to see that he had a video camera and was filming me!I knew I didn't have any way out of this. But I wasn't really looking for one. I was actually kind of excited by the idea of what I. We set the table in the dining room. It hasn’t been set in over a year and a half. That’s when Charlene and I started addressing the trouble in our marriage. No more dinners with our friends happened after that. As Carl and I sat down, the mother and daughter started placing the dinner on the table. Dot brought out, as I call it, a fancy-schmancy salad with walnuts, cranberries, feta and other stuff. This was followed by several kinds of vegetables and slightly floured chicken breasts pan fired. I would say yes to anything he asked at this point."Sure!" I replied, not bothering to ask where he wanted to go."Ok, let's go. I'll drive," he said, grabbing his keys from his desk. I followed him out to the parking lot and got into his car. We made small talk as he drove us to an undisclosed location. After about ten minutes of driving he said, "I need to stop by my apartment, so we can just hit up a drive through and eat there."The moment he said we'd be going to his apartment I couldn't. Can you meet me at the Sand Dune Restaurant, by the motel, George?"You have no idea how much pleasure I found in that answer. I felt it from my toes all along my legs to my cock, and up through my chest until I was a jiggling mass of eager nerve endings. I couldn't believe how it affected me.[And if you ever asked me, I wouldn't admit it either.]We met at the Restaurant for dinner, even though I had pleaded that she come to the motel first. But that was OK, I could stand a little food for.