She enjoys this line of work, and it showed. Believe me, it wasn't the temperature in the room that kept her nipples hard and taut.Once to the end of ...he stage and then back to the side where the woman was sitting, watching, smiling. Skipping twice around the pole, she swung herself around to face the woman facing her. A wicked smile came over her as she untied the strings at her hips, still holding the portion that lead to the back, allowing the front of her ever-so-skimpy knickers to fall.. She opened her legs a bit more and he slid his finger inside her wet pussy. It slid with ease and she could feel the power in his hand. His finger felt large and it felt really good inside her. "I don't need to fuck you," he said. "I can make you cum with my finger just as good as any white guys dick."She laughed and she knew he was right. He was deep inside her and he was hitting all the right spots. It was like having a cock inside her but one that could wiggle its way to all the hiding. “She asked me to prepare you for her. We expected a man with a ten-inch erection for our sexual pleasure. Would you like some of the wonderful oil we purchased in L.A.,” she asked as she motioned for me to remove my shirt. “We are going to enjoy you,” she whispered as she lightly tongue kissed me as she rubbed oil over my torso. “Your nipples like that,” she teased some more as she ran two oily fingertips over them, then licked and sucked them.“Come and meet Annabelle, she is ready for us now,”. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted you, smiled, and we exchanged a hug. We spent the night walking around town, you pointing out different landmarks while we caught up on our lives over that past couple of years. We stopped at a bar for a beer and some chips, and the conversation continued. I was so nervous I couldn’t eat, but I don’t think you noticed. I began to share secrets that I didn’t think I would ever tell anyone, the deepest of secrets that I held. You countered with similar.