Now I will not bore you with the details of the conversation that I have now come to know is common among most strippers them being single moms and sh...wing you pictures of their c***dren and talking about this and that. After a certain point in the conversation I decided I had had enough talk and wanted a lap dance she in formed me that a dance was twenty dollars and a private on was one hundred and fifty dollars, I decided on a regular non private dance. so she takes me to a little niche and. I slide my hands over your big, muscular chest. I know what it feels like even with my eyes closed. I have drifted to sleep in those arms and on that chest many nights before. You reach your hands up and lightly rub my arms, just enough to let me know that you want me and enjoy the attention I provide. You lean your head back and softly kiss me on my lips. We say our good mornings and know that we are about to be in bliss. You lead me around in front of you to sit on your lap. You take the. " Only with one man and so my nerves fired anxiously at the thought but a small part of me wanted it. That man once told me my general delicate nature always made him hard because I blossomed beneath him in bed begging for depraved things, vulgar with language and my desires. I wanted my limits pushed and he obeyed."Do you trust me?" he whispers against my ear, his hands settled at my waist. I shiver at his touch before breathing a panted yes. He pulls me across the massive dining room and. Feeling strangely dissatisfied he had gone home, leaving the other men to it."So how do I have to dress?" she asked. "I suppose something kinky, sussies, or rubber gear or something?" No, Harry says to wear whatever we like, whatever we think is sexy."Mark had called Harry shortly after their first meeting in the club. They had had regular meetings in the evenings after work since then. Harry had invited Mark to join the "little swingers gang" that he had been organising for a couple of years.