"Yes Mistress."It was all I needed to hear and pushing up my short skirt over my knickers I ordered him down on his knees and pulled his head towards ...e,"If you like smelling underwear Scoby, smell these!"His face sunk into my knickers, really deep. I could hear his excited inhaling. Something that sounded like a 'thank you' exited his mouth but it might of just been the way his mouth was against my covered pussy. I wanted more."Strip!" I ordered him.He stood up and started to remove his. Angel looked much younger than she was and always filled the place. She made more money than any other stripper. She was wholesome looking. Most guys thought she was a virgin. She had a smoking hot figure and her tits were perfectly sized. She was a good C cup.She had a bare pussy which she covered with a jeweled thong. Angel knew how to work the stage. She’d walk around and hold onto the lights and lean up against the pole and start her dance. She’d often come out in a sheer white baby doll. They watched some inane show while he corrected essays and she corrected the multiple-choice sections.When they were both done, she turned off the TV. He read numbers to her which she entered into a database.He came to sit next to her and looked over her shoulder to check the results and maybe adjust the curve, but there were other curves distracting his attention. His eyes fought to stay on the laptop screen, but they drifted to the ample display of cleavage revealed by his wife's low-necked. ..The receptionist nodded, then looked down the hallway. "Well, like Isaid, this is the wild west. We have our own version of 22nd-centurystagecoach robbery. At the shipping companies, electronics tend to getflagged for closer inspection. That inspection is done by humans, ratherthan robots. And some of those humans are... disreputable. That's thenicest way I can put it." He shrugged and turned to face Tyler. "Welcometo Saturn Beta."Tyler closed his eyes and shook his head. "Well," he said,.