I grabbed my wallet, and drank a third, STRONG drink that had appeared out of nowhere. My cock was semi hard, knowing she was going to get me into tro...ble. We drove to an adult shop I'd seen before, but never entered. It looked a little sleazy...I gave her a questioning look. "I found out that this place has a section where...things...are likely to happen without anyone caring!" I'm not fucking some total stranger..." I told her. "Of course not...but if you get the chance to blow one, would you. The one on my lap probably didn’t weigh ninety pounds. Her cocoa colored skin tone suggested maybe Columbian or Ecuadorian. Her hair was coal black and she had the most beautiful wide smile. She wore a perfume which I guessed was some sort of native floral scent. I was trying to make some small talk with them when the one little gal on my lap just boldly took my drink from my hand and finished it off herself. I watched intently as she extended her tongue into the empty glass. We can figure out some other place that you’ll feel safe, but believe me, that bathtub is not one of them. It’s connected to the ground electrically through the pipes and the drain. A good close strike, and you might just light up, so come on,’ he held out his hand. She looked from his body to his face doubtfully. He got to his knees beside the tub, ‘Emma, I know you’re afraid, and I understand that. But you’re also looking as though you’re afraid of me too. I don’t understand that. I was under. 15 minutes later I timidly walk back out to the bar, resigned to more humiliation and another show. Eddie wastes no time with an enthusiastic “Welcome back Teensters. I know you're probably feeling a little empty inside so why don't you come back on stage so Silv can get you filled back up.” Judging by the crowd feedback, the bar has obviously been waiting and I see the breadstick count is already at 42 / XXX so I hope Eddie chose a larger number. I make my way back up to the stage where.