But what had he been? Free, he gathered. He'd been free to shape his own life – an unhappy one, maybe, but he'd been his own master. He nodded slowl... as the water drummed on his head. 'His own master.' He chuckled.Scrambling to his feet he turned the water to as hot as he could bear. Reality nagged at the fringes of his awareness. Of course he'd never been his own master. And to be honest – was there even a point to return to? Reclaiming a former life would presume he had a former life. Did. I admitted to my husband that I had never been to a strip club. That was like waving a red rag to a bull. So, of course, off we went. To be honest I thought it was on the tacky side but happy enough to hang around. Now I know what a lap dance is, even thought gh I’ve never seen one other than in a movie. I asked my husband if he had ever had one and was pretty surprised when he said he had. Not long, but a couple of drinks later, my husband asked if I wanted to see what a lap dance was all. ” Mary rushed out of the room, and then realised that she was naked, so she picked up one of the towels from the stack outside the room, wrapping it round her as she went to the front of the shop.There was a blonde woman standing there, and a man who was stood very close behind her. “Are you Fay and Chris?” Mary thought that the man looked vaguely familiar, and then remembered sucking him off at Paul’s. She blushed. “You are here for the GG Special?” Mary asked. “Yes,” said Fay, “and I need to. I could tell she was cuming at that moment. I just watched. On the video I saw her roll over onto her back and then set up. She got off the bed and the next time I saw her she had on a pair of nylon bikini panties , that was just as she turned off the camera. I waited untill I could tell she finished , I asked did those panties keep the pie fresh all night? She turned her head and said they sure did. The next morning after I saw you off to work and had a cup of coffee I went to the bathroom to.