What did you get for yourself?She: Some undergarments.Me: Which one?She: Lacy bras and thongs.Me: Nice! I would like to see them.She: No, baby.Me: Why...She: I’m not going to show them right now, but later for sure. I’m not a bad girl.Me: But I want you to be bad. Be bad just this once, bitch.She: Ok, apart from undergarments, what else you want to see?Me: Show me your navel.She sent an image.She: I’m here, baby. Here to please you in whatever way you want.Me: I want you to touch me.She: Touch. I reflected that he was the one using less than refined language now, but I wasn’t going to argue as I spied him reaching for his leather strop. I began to fear it. It looked heavy and purposeful. Obviously, it was a professional piece of kit from the days when things were made properly here in England before our industrial decline. Crack! The heavy leather hit me hard. My worst fears were confirmed. This was no toy; this was the real thing! It burnt and blazed and was rapidly followed by. The soft fabric slides quickly to the ground, leaving me naked except for a lacey white thong. Your hands and lips find my firm tits, and as you caress me, my nipples tighten, hard and sensitive, rosy pink, ready for sucking. Your expert attention to my tits soon has me gasping…and grasping for your cock. Kneeling, I unzip your jeans to free your throbbing, pulsing dick. I kiss the velvety hard head, lick the thick shaft, wetting it thoroughly. As I take you into my mouth, my hands pump up and. We danced several more times that night and got closer with every song. I was dancing real close to Marcus and felt something rubbing my stomach. I backed away a little and looked down to my horror the head of Marcus's cock was sticking out of his waist band.That feeling only lasted about half a second. We started dancing closer again and I rubbed on this magnificent tool the whole time, it was my fault.We left at closing time. When we were back on the road Marcus became a little bolder and.