After a few weeks of asking Jill finally agreed to do a lap dance for both Colin and me. Her dances started out fairly tame and she wore a knee length...pleated flared skirt and loose fitting top and flashed a lot of leg. Each fun night from then on she became more daring and the outfits and her dancing became more and more revealing and got more risque. She would swirl her skirt around to the music getting it higher and higher until she was flashing everything below her waist including her. Her little anal pucker sucked the black head of his cock inside. Barbara let a deep sigh out, signaling her approval of how nice Bull's big cock felt. "You like it in the ass, don't you honey?" He asked. "Oh, God yes, yes," she replied in a loving it voice. Then Bull squatted down impaling her ass, driving his hard tool deeper and deeper until he had penetrated her asshole completely and was buried inside. "Oh, yesssss," Barbara cried out. "Fuck my asshole." And Bull did. He started pumping. I forced myself to stand, holding the other items awkwardly. Two more squeals and a few tears later and the other two cloverleaf clamps were on my sensitized nipples with their smaller cone-shaped weights dangling. Now I had to force myself to forget the searing pain and how it connected all the nerves between that sensual triangle. I knew I would come again, but there was nothing I could do about it. Quickly I ran a rope around my neck, under each arm and over the bamboo. I pulled it tight and. She reached down, curving her body to reach her destination: feeling the bulge in his crotch. ‘Good, you’re hard again.’ ‘Almost,’ Joe told her. ‘Let me see,’ she insisted. He got naked as did she, removing her bra. He kissed those pale hills reverently, sucking at the pinkish brown little towers and licking the quarter sized motes that surrounded them. She squeezed his burgeoning hard-on, pulling it into further thickness and length and hardness. They relaxed into a sideways sixty-nine so both.