"I've never been to a strip club before. And I see you? I kind of want my first lap dance from you," I said."I can take care of that thing too. It'll ...ost extra," she said."Psh. You think I came unprepared? I got you," I said, smiling."Look at Big Baller here... you want to be my Sugar Daddy?" She said, starting her dance.At that moment in time, she was the sexiest thing ever. My erection was throbbing during her dance. Every time her ass cheeks shook, I wanted to reach out and spank them. I. Now it was her turn: she took my freshly shaved cock in both hands, expertly running her tongue around the tip. Then laughing, she handed me her phone to take the photos. She looked amazing taking my cock to the back of her young throat; gagging then trying again. The drool cascaded down her chin to drip off onto her dark nipples. I squeezed them with one hand, snapping away with the other. Would it be rude to cum in her mouth; would it be rude not to? She was taking me very close for a. Perhaps he used her in every way to inspire his work. The hours dragged on as she sat in her room. She’d get up occasionally and walk to the window that looked out over the inner warehouse, staring down toward Jay’s office. Occasionally she’d see a shadow pass across the drawn blind, but she was sure that would be Greg. Jay wouldn’t get up from his desk. He’d work there as hard as anyone could, making the world a better place, changing the lives of millions of women around the world. Making. Barbara was barely forty with long dark hair in a ponytail, she was tanned, attractive with an athletic figure. The game started and just like in a proffessional game the match went with serve for the first four games and, at two all it was Janet's turn to serve. It seemed we were easily matched, for my own part I was keeping up quite well. Half way through the next game I found myself lunging to return a low drop ball when I heard a loud tearing sound behind me. Oh no! I thought, I've ripped.