I had not closed the kitchen door properly and Robby had pushed his way in to investigate the loud sounds of our games. Our sweet dog started to lick ...amara`s pussy lips and ass; so I started to apologize to her; but she laughed and said not to worry about it; she had enjoyed our dog’s attention.She added it had been nice and, by the way Robby had done it, she thought it was not the first time that dog had licked a pussy…Then she confessed that they had a nice Terrier at home and sometimes she. In the four hours that we shared her workspace I learned that she was twenty-three and worked part time as an exotic dancer. I didn't know what an exotic dancer was but when I expressed interest in learning about that style of dancing she informed me that she had a 1980 Ford Thunderbird and would be glad to pick me up if I would give her directions to the Oldham home. I reminded her that I was only sixteen, probably too young to be admitted to the places where she danced. "Oh, I know that. I'll. Your fingers find the single clasp behind my neck that holds my backless dress together and unfastens it… the soft silk sliding smoothly over the hills and valleys of my body… caressing… stroking… finally coming to rest around my feet in a puddle. Your fingers in my hair, finding and releasing the clip that sends my hair tumbling after my dress… stopping at the middle of my back… silky… your fingers drawn to it… tangling in it… tugging. You allow one hand to reluctantly leave my hair… the. I take my panties, which you had your hand in at the bar, and stuff them into your mouth. "Remember, back at the bar, when you asked what I did for a living? Well, I didn't exactly tell you the truth. I said I was a teller of stories, of legends, which is kind of true but not exactly. You see, Harry, I fuck for a living. No, I'm not a hooker. I'm a succubus. Do you know what that is, Harry?" You shake your head. "A succubus is a mythical creature who roams the earth looking for a mate. Not a.