JB, the man she desperately wanted, had yet to touch her, except for brutally smacking her in the face. Thinking of that smack slowly made her feel se...sual, and her dance became more and more hot and lewd. Hurting her was his way of showing he liked her, she realized, and that was better than nothing. ‘Faster, you dumb cunt!’ JB had just chugged another beer. She quickly discarded the dress. She danced naked, trying to show the passion she felt for him through her movements. He stood, grabbed. Mercedes told me she was the owner of a strip club where she lived. This strip club was like no other I had ever seen or read about. It consisted of female strippers on one end of the huge complex, a male stripper club at the other. She also had a club where the Bi curious could go, which seemed very interesting to me. A Tranny club, which was something I had never really thought about which seemed interesting as well. She said it had been her dream of opening a club such as this after she. You had to screw over other people before they screwed you over. I kept these lessons in mind while attending Boston Latin Academy. I graduated with honors and won a partial academic scholarship to Alabama Tech. I left Boston and never looked back. That being said, I began my new life at the Alabama Institute of Technology. Although it seemed idyllic at first glance, Alabama Tech was far from a nice place. Like every other place in this cursed planet Earth, there were psychopaths and. I was just too dry. But the movement felt good on my dick. I hadn't realized that Jen was no longer messaging my balls. She was now moving her free hand up and down my inner thighs. Chris continued to moan and ride my cock. I could tell she was about to cum. I matched her thrust for thrust. As I was waiting for my beautiful wife sitting on my cock with my daughters fingers up her ass to cum, my attention was diverted to the finger that was searching for my asshole. Almost immediately, two.