{Ah, the noble rise ... he must find me attractive ... it's been a long time, I hope I don't make a fool of myself.}Jeeze I thought, I hope I don't ma...e a fool of 'Myself'We danced several numbers and then a jazzy track started to play, "Gotta go for a pee, the drinks are going through me fast" she giggled.Thank God for that I thought, my cock was straining at my under daks and giving me considerable pain, a quick adjustment before Jess returned, I grabbed my glass and took a healthy slug,. ."No, I don't, but I don't have any choice in the matter. I can't seeany employer taking me on with a face like this, and in a few years I'llbe too old to work in any clubs. I suppose I could do office cleaningor something like that, but I have to be a realist. I'll get quite alot of money as compensation and it might be enough to retire on, but ifI don't make as much as I can now, I won't have the option later if thefinancial markets or something go belly up."I wasn't any good at dancing,. "What the hell are you doing?" Vin asked.Monica laughed at his alarm and said, "Don't worry. Every other girl onthe floor did it this morning."Monica word's did not calm Vin as he felt the strange sensation of thepulling on the sides of his torso that was even more intense than thewaist cincher while Monica finished lacing him up. As she finished withhis bodice, Monica began to pull at the green, satin bubble skirt of thedress that was dotted with gold shamrocks.Vin stared down at his legs. Ai bole ma amader sontanke nie ghum parie rakhte gelo. 5 minute pore ma ferot elo temoni nogno hoyei. Ese amar khater pase darie bessar moto ker miti miti haste laglo. Tar dudh dutoPremikar moto cheye roilo. Mar vadoy alo pore chok choke birjo dekha jasse.Ami sorir chorie du hat baralam ma er dike, ishara peye ma amar buke uthe elo lokkhi meyer moto.Tar ngno norom sorirta amar nogno sorire moddhe niye piste laglam. Ma bolte laglo,–amar lokkhi baba, dol na mar sorirta, sob jala nivie de na sona,.