She pushed my fingers down to her shaved kitty and let out a soft moan as she pushed my fingers into her wet and very moist vagina. This girl was on f...re. I had experienced hot strip club dances before, but nothing quite on this scale.She arched her back and I could feel her pushing her fingers in past the waist band of my trousers. In an instant, she had the button unfastened and was gripping my manhood.“You’re going to make me cum,” I whispered.“Don’t talk,” she whispered as she gripped my. He was good for business. We even talked about asking him to work there.I didn’t want him to. I liked the mystery about him and soon after those visits he’d come by himself, wait outside the store and I wondered “Is the guy working? Does he have a job? God I wish I could call off sick and figure out a way to spend the day with him. Why is he leading me on like this? Is he leading me on? Am I fooling myself? Is he interested in me or just bored and needs something to do?” I didn’t know but I. “What will daddy say if he gets home and finds the works not well under way?”“He won’t be happy,” I mumbled.“And what does he do when he’s not happy?” the boss asked.“He …” and I stopped just in time.They all burst out laughing.“Hey, Jack,” Ali called to the Aussie kid, “Come and get it,” and he unclipped his overalls and flopped out a huge semi-hard cock which he started to milk. Jack ambled over and sank to his knees and engulfed the cock in one mouthful. Ali held the back of his head and. It wasn't anything I contributed, or even who they talked to, it was simply a function of putting it into words."It wouldn't be fair to burden you with my problems," she protested. But I could see it was a pretty half-hearted protest; Susan was right, she really did need to tell somebody."It's not a burden at all," I said, walking over to sit on the bench beside her. "I certainly don't mean to pry into your private affairs, but if it'd help you to talk it out I'm a good listener." Well, you're.