This was not just any ordinary stripper. This was Diane Hacker, my son’s high school science teacher.“We can’t do that in here,” I replied.“...ho says we can’t?” She countered. “I can do whatever I want to do!”“How much?” I asked.Diane slipped a lone finger over her my lips.“We can’t ask that question in here?” she said. “That’s illegal.”I looked across the club, which was sparsely populated with just a few customers. Two floor managers stood by the front door, a good distance away. Diane reached. "Holstering his weapon Jim looked the man over, he looked like a deep space freighter worker, dirty clothes, need of a shave, the smell of weeks of confinement. Shaking his head, Jim sat across from him still trying to take in everything the man had said so far. "Ok, so say I believe you, what do you expect me to do?It'd take weeks to refit the station."Sighing the man held out a small video device, "I assume you saw the ships when they attacked your station? So you'd know if what I'm about to. Me, all I had was Rosy Palm and her five daughters to play with.Saturday mom had to work a double shift to fill in because there were a lot of nurses out sick with the flu at the hospital. She had given us a list of things she wanted us to do and one of them was getting the summer clothes down from the attic. It was one of the first warm days of spring and the attic was pretty hot by the time we had our usual Saturday chores done and got around to dealing with the clothes.We both got the boxes. He smiled as he saw me, approving of my own attire. Kel came in and got naked as well. Soon he had me propped up against the window, him behind and me facing out the window. His hard cock was pressed up lengthwise in my crack he reached around and pinched my nipples really hard. I let out a moan and Kel noted “so you like it rough.” “Yes, I like it on the rough side,” I replied. “Mmmmmmm” Kel approved and backed away and swatted each of my ass cheeks really hard. He commanded that I.