I had no idea what to say or where this conversation would lead.Or could lead. “Like a stripper or maybe even a flasher might get a thrill,” I sug...ested. “No!" she answered firmly, quick as a flash. “A stripper is in control. They’re saying 'I can turn you on. I can walk over to you and turn you on whether you want to be turned on or not just by taking off my clothes.' The stripper is in control. I was embarrassed. It was more like a child being punished in public. Humiliation. Almost the. ________________________________________ There was another woman with her when I arrived. Her name was Allison. She turned out to be four years older than Sigourney and me, and she was married. There was just something about Allison that I found very irresistible, and I sensed Sigourney knew it and had arranged for her to be there when I arrived. (This turned out to be true, what’s the old adage? Women can’t live with them-can’t without them.) She wasn’t a stunning beauty, but yet she had an. Checking her phone for the time, Sam was surprised that only a couple hours had passed. It felt like she was being cummed on and fucked for an eternity! Feeling a dribble between her legs, she reached down and wiped away more cum. “Shit” she thought to herself, “It would have been nice if someone didn’t take my panties”.Moving back into the bar proper, she noticed the bar manager was gone, as was quite a few of the bar patrons. Wanting to make a quick escape, Sam strode towards the entrance.. One of us, of course, only appeared to be a woman."Hmmm...now where was that Chiseled Chad? Do you want to ask the clerk?"I shook my head and said, "This way."She walked with me and whispered in my ear, "I knew you'd remember rightwhere they were."I reddened and she laughed. We got to the display and it was locked. Wehad to go to the front, wait in line, and ask the clerk to get it. I wasso embarrassed I could hardly talk. Somebody fondled my ass and Isquealed, "Oh," and reached back to.