We may need you to do a few dances. Fuck, baby you may really love it.” “I’ll do the dance and the come tonight. But, if I do dance any more, t...ere will be no masturbating with it.” “Baby, that’s why he is paying you a lot of money. Most girls just dance. You’re going to be his headliner. The girl who will bring him loads of money. You love to masturbate. It’s just doing something you like to do.” “I’ll do it tonight and then I'll decide. I just want to get an apartment or a house together.. She was very fair skinned and took a hot shower and she was glowing pink. He areolas were a shade darker and 3 inches across with erect pink nipples. Her pussy hair was a shade darker than her head. It was trimmed to a V and thick but her pussy lips and clit hood were bare, pink and sticking out. She maybe 50+ but she looked 40 and sexy as hell! I took the towel and started drying each foot working my way up to her waist liberally kissing all the skin I could. When I got to her ass I toweled. .but it was his custom to stop and park the car in front of the house,wait five minutes, and then drive back out of the parking space to makehis usual after-work visit to a bar he began frequenting since theBottom of the 9th made its shocking transformation.On that bar's last fateful evening, Spencer had to decline an invitationthat was given to him that night by the secret association of men whowere going to subtly take back 'their city' from the 'feminine disease'.They called themselves. I think I realized what true love was,that night.Finally, Shannon dropped off to sleep in my lap, and not knowing what todo, I picked her up and gently put her into bed, covering her with alight blanket, and then went back to my own room.I lay there, looking at the ceiling. I could hear Shannon asleep in thenext room, snoring. Light from the streetlamp came through the window,and I could hear an occasional taxi from 8th avenue.My eyes drifted to my chest of drawers and I knew immediately what.