"Hey Glen you wouldn't happen to have a t-shirt back there would you? I'm roasting in this shirt." Glen smirks," Hell you can just take it off if you...want Jeanie, I promise I won't peek...much." Jeanie pouts and sticks her bottom lip out. "Awww damn that was mean, now that hurts my feelings, you wouldn't even try to peek at my boobs. Boohoo you big meanie." They both laugh as Glen says, "Okay, okay you little cry baby, go get a tshirt, there should be several back there." She goes back. One of the girls knew somebody there and after speaking to them we ended up at tables right up front. More drinks and a lot of laughter later we were all stuffing dollar bills into the g-strings that the guys were wearing. One of the dancers seemed to take a particular interest in me and the other girls noticed it."He wants you Barb!" Touch him girl" Blow on it Barb" were just some of the things said.Between sets the dancers would come down and mingle with the customers and sure enough when his. That’s what he loved about Leila, she was so in touch with her sexuality and she knew what turned her on. She loved to play with her nipples, it always brought her close to orgasm. He’d seen her beautiful little rosebud clit glistening with her juices and he’d imagined what she must taste like and it had driven him to almost insanity. He had to have her. He wanted to bury his nine inch cock deep inside her, feel her pink pussy wrap itself around his thick girth. He could feel his cock start to. ‘Please, Mr. Morris, it’s just a formality,’ the sheriff said. ‘Our insurance carrier insists that all prisoners we transport be in restraints.’ ‘Does that mean…am…am I under arrest?’ Ben asked. His legs were trembling so hard he feared he’d fall. ‘Yes, I’m afraid you are, Mr. Morris,’ the sheriff said. ‘Now, would you please put your hands on your head?’ Ben did as he was told. Tim, showing no kindness, snapped handcuffs on the man’s left wrist, then he pulled it down and jammed it up into the.