I am not your typical stripper/dancer, as you can plainly see. One: in heels, I stand six feet seven inches tall. Two: I weigh two hundred and twenty ...even pounds. Three: my measurements are fifty-two -- with a C cup; twenty six, thirty five. And finally," she smiled as she said, "I don't dance very well."The place was eerily quiet; she was a master at playing to the crowd. She hesitated until the last possible second before the crowd could get restless, then, reaching up, untied her top and. " She told me all about it, Kenny, from the first time before dinner, to all that happened after dinner. She was even bragging about how she did it to you too, after you did her again. She didn't like you squirting in her mouth though. She kept telling me how close she came to going all the way with you. I told her I'd never speak to her again if she did that. The night she was at your house, that was the same night she dared me to get naked, and show myself to Gary. She was looking at me more. Saima told me to sit on the sofa in the drawing room and rushed immediate inside. When she turned around and walked, I found her nighty was stuck in her ass crack which was enough to ignite me. I also discovered that she was completely nude inside, no panty no petticoat. Moreover I concentrated on her big, heavy, curvaceous, hunching and swinging hips which were really attractive and tempting.When Saima came back with the question paper, she had covered her bustier chest with a towel. As she. ”“Sir, you missed a part.” Meghan said almost looking away from him.Henry folded his arms as he glared at her. “What would that be?”“I’m also my husband’s slave.” Meghan said.Henry shot out of his chair and spun in place. “Shit! Ben, are you trying to kill me? I’ll let you be Chief if you want it this badly.”Ben held his hands up and shook his head. “Oh no, You’re not talking me into it.”Henry turned to Meghan. “You’re fucking with me, right?”Meghan raised her chin and pointed at her.