When they reached the restaurant and Francis reached around to open the door for her and take her hand, her dress slid her thighs and gave Francis a g...od look at her lovely legs sending a wave of desires over him. With her feet on the ground, more of her legs and upper thighs were exposed for him. Even a preplanned moment could not have been so sexy, as it was then. Situation in his pants was getting worse and Francis was now sporting a hard on that bulged so huge that it was impossible to hide. One dancer made a point of coming over to sit and talk with me while she was on break, and as we talked it turned out we had a lot in common. Over the next few hours she came by during every break and we talked. I had been drinking a lot, and lost track of time. When the bartender announced last call, I ordered one more drink and started thinking about my lonely hotel room, and the thought of going back to play with my new dildo some more. As I was finishing the last sip the dancer who had been. He grinned at me again. 'Now, what's all this about?'She grabbed his hand and put it on her bare thigh, and he turned his head towards her and kissed her heavy breast, briefly sucking her nipple.I took a drink from the glass I was holding. 'Wet collodion photography, ' I said. 'I need to know something about it, for the book I'm writing. It involves a photographer working in the latter half of the nineteenth century... ''Photographing nudes, I bet!'It was my turn to grin, and I nodded.'There. I let out a sudden moan of pleasure, unable to control myself. I reached out my hands and took it into my mouth; even while not hard it filled my mouth. I cupped his balls into my hands and felt them—they were stunning. I could imagine the cum inside, just waiting to be emptied down my throat. Suddenly he pushed my head further away so it no longer filled my mouth—this man knew what he wanted. And I loved it. I licked it slowly and flicked my tongue over its head until it was fully hard. He.