“Joking!” I laughed. "Or am I?" I kissed him again, long and deep.“What was that for?” he asked when we broke apart.I shrugged. “I don’t k...ow. What can I say, you drive me wild!”“How wild?” he responded with a mischievous grin.“Very.”“Show me,” he goaded.“Now?”“If you like.”“Here?”“Hmm, maybe not, I don't -”“Too late, you hesitated. Turn around.”“Lisa, don’t,” Jacques uttered nervously. “Fabien won’t be happy if he catches…”I placed a finger to his lips. “I don’t care. Right now, all I want to. ‘Sure, of course, ‘ he said in confusion. She grimaced as she rolled up her sleeves. ‘Do you remember these freckles?’ He nodded, thinking of their early romance. He used to call her ‘My little druggie,’ which caused her to throw pillows and sometimes even paperback books dangerously close to his head. ‘Well you were right, more right than you knew.’ She looked away and began to cry. Her husband started to reach for her. ‘Stop,’ she whispered, ‘Let me talk.’ He leaned back into the couch and. Just the way I like it. I looked to see her face. Her eyes were closed. She was still breathing heavily.I took a Turkish towel, made it wet with the warm water and started rubbing off the mess off her body. Gently massaging the warm towel all around her pussy and inner thighs. Then put a clean, warm towel near her pussy and started to slide it inside a little. That’s when she opened her eyes.I look at her deep into her eyes and give a soft kiss on her clean-shaved pussy.Me: (wink) Now you are. Let us know what the private dance is like too will ya? We need to know if it’s worth the money.’ ‘Candy’ glanced at them as they almost drooled over her tight firm body. ‘Guys, I’m more than worth the cost, trust me.’ The way they stared at her made me shudder. I got up pulling her behind me, just to get away from them. ‘Candy’ stepped out ahead of me and led me into the ‘Red Room Area’. It ended up being a series of small curtained rooms with couches and chairs. Music was piped in, though not.