He was one of the few people I had developed a rather pleasant rapport with.However, that day when Hussain probed me about my life, something in me ch...nged. This is what our conversation read:Sexyboy hussain: Dude, you always ask me about my mom why don’t you tell me about your mom is she big? What’s her bra size? Have you seen her getting fucked by anyone apart from your dad? Show me her pic man. I immediately logged out and deleted Hussain off my friends list but something stuck with me that. “You’ve caused quite a stir amongst the lads today, Moira. They are all finding it hard to concentrate when you’re walking around with your tits and ass on show. Truth be told, It has been a struggle for me too.” I’m quite taken aback by Shane’s words, but I must admit it gives be a kick knowing all of the team, but especially him have been checking out my body so intently. Not for the first time today I find myself blushing. “Err, well, err, thanks Shane.” Without further warning his hand. He glanced through my entire body and kept his hand on my shoulders.I could see the splint in his eyes as they graced my back and became fixed on my ass covered with the tiniest of thong strings. I shrugged off his shoulders and let his erect dick touch my ass and then suddenly took small steps to the wall where the mirror is. My steps were soft and silky and my movements were plenty. I on purpose swayed my hips so that his could be transfixed on my ass. Through the mirrors I could see him just. It would be kind of lesbian act for Saima. Saima was also surprised. Nancy first got on the table and gave us all a good table dance, after five minutes she asked Saima to push her chair a little back so she gets some more space. Saima complied while looking at me.Nancy stood with her legs apart and right on top of Saima’s lap and started gyrating on her. Saima was like surprised and started giggling which was somehow an expression of non-acceptance (partly disgust) as what the stripper was.