“Please me!” I commanded.“How?” she said, in an inanimate, monotone way.“DO IT!” I yelled, but she just stood there in front of the bed, b...eathing yes, blinking of course but otherwise not making a move at all. I sighed again, After all these years of total control over every female I ever desired, I wanted the opposite. I wanted someone to surprise me, I wanted someone to command me, to control me and make me do things that I may or may not like. Fucking girls like her feels like fucking. I watched as my wife stood up and went to the edge of the stage. She reached up with both hands and grabbed each side on the slit in her t-shirt. Slowly, the cotton fabric ripped farther down the front. Ana kept the two halves up covering her tits. She slowly spun away from the pole and walked around, making eye contact with each guy sitting at the rail.Ana looked back at me and smiled again. I knew what was coming next. The crowd cheered as my wife cast the t-shirt aside. Her tits were now on. ” Reaching under the table she squeezed his knee hard., digging her nails deep for emphasis. He gently pulled her hand away and placed it higher in his lap. Feeling the bulge in his pants only made it worse. Looking at him she threatened him with her eyes. How could he be so nonchalant about this. He just sat there with that shit eating grin on his face. She was going to kill him later. If he didn’t kill her first. The lady looked confused by her weird change in mood but jotted down the order.. Her auburn hair flowed over the wide collar of the dress and her face was sort of obscured by the net and the dress hid her beautiful body, but accentuated her delicious shape. The dress hugged her sexy curves and just the calves of her legs were visible below the dress. ‘What do you think?’ she asked as she walked out of the doorway into the shop towards the garage door opening. There was something sensual about the dress and the way she walked definitely screamed sexy. She continued to walk.