Rhonda replied, he really isn't a stripper. He actually is a pizza delivery man she said laughing. He just happened to be off tonight and needed some ...xtra cash. Christine had a couple more shots as the stripper delivery man danced for her and the other women while slowly removing his clothes. She had been feeling guilty after she told Brad that she was positive that there would not be any strippers. But that was melting away with each drink. Soon she was dancing and laughing as much as. She blushed red and by looking down she said 'now go from here driver.' I left and started my shagging, while driving in the car to office to give the chip to boss. While driving I could still smell the strong aroma of madam's body on my fingers and nails.That night I masturbated so many times that whole night I was awake and my cock was painting by dawn.The very next day, I drove boss to office and was shagging by the thoughts of madam in office's parking, in the car. What happened next was. I’d been drinking water from the moment I got off the court and now I had to pee about every five minutes. At least that meant I wasn’t still dehydrated.I was exhausted, though. I hardly kept my eyes open during dinner. Lissa and Melody gently got me ready for bed and I fell quickly asleep.We woke in the morning with plenty of time to make love before we drove to LAX and boarded our flight for Seattle.Wendy met us at the airport Monday. She should have been in class, but maybe Kate was busy. Slipping her finger up her vagina, she lightly rubbed the ridges inside her love canal, exciting her G-spot. She kept the pressure of her palm tight on her clit and stroked her pussy faster, deeper, and with more sideways movement. The vision in her head was her Dad with his finger inside her most private place, and she imagined him kissing her lips, her breasts, and her nipples. She felt the walls of her cunt flutter as they tried in vain to draw Jim’s imagined phallus deeper inside. As her.