Saw a circuit judge pull one of the dancers onto his lap. Desk editor for the local paper wandered off into the back rooms with a girl on each arm. Di...n’t say nothing to them. Never do, unless you’re here for business. Places like this didn’t exist, and sure as hell no respectable gentleman ever set foot in one. Least, that’s what we told the press. ‘Can we get you something, sir,’ the waitress said almost as soon as I sat down. ‘The lady will be with you in just a short while.’ Waitress was a. I've been hangingaround her apartment so much that her mother was saying that it's likehaving a second child. She's been teaching me how to cook a number ofher favorite Italian dishes and while the cooking lessons are reallyfun, I've been eating a little more than I should lately. My jeans aregetting a little tight on me and while I'm not fat or anything I'vedeveloped this soft little rounded tummy that is noticeable whenever Iwear a pair of my low cut jeans and a short top. We were going. She had never been to one and was like a kid at Christmas in anticipation.Afterwards I asked if she would like to see where I lived? She readily agreed. I live on a sailboat year-round. It was a southern-enough lake that it never froze. A bit of a drive from town but well worth it. Runita got more and more curious since she had rarely been outside the city. It was summer so daylight was finally ebbing as we reached the marina, giving the last shreds of a beautiful sunset to greet us as we. “I want to see what you’re doing” the milkman said, and as if fighting herself Julie grudgingly uncrossed her legs to stand facing the intruder in her shower as her fingers played with her pussy, but with her legs together.“Come now ma’am” he urged Julie on, “I’m sure a fine whore like you knows that I’ll enjoy this more if you spread your legs for me”.“I’m not a whore” she spat venomously.“Of course you are, I’m paying you by not telling your husband about all this.” Julie had no reply, she.