"Can you give me the full names and numbers of any witnesses that can give you an alibi?"I rattled off Betty Sue's full name, address, and phone numbe... from memory, and referred her to Detective Burr in Tuscaloosa. I also explained that I'd had an interesting discussion with a receptionist-guide at the Wildlife Preserve that afternoon and that we'd even noted the time since I wanted to leave to get to Alexandria to see Andy. I did not recall the receptionist's name, but I described the girl and. ?" Her voice came from far away, as most of her mind took in Samantha's ministrations, leaving only a small, uninterested part to deal with what I was saying."Yes, you've always looked so good in the fetish clothes you've worn to these meetings. But you never leave them on very long. Why is that?" Hurtssss... too tight... need to take it off..." Her hands reached behind her, as if to start unlacing the back of the corset. A slight push and her mind refocused on Sam, her hands dropping to her. Suddenly I knew why he wore the glasses. From where I was sitting I could see that, though he appeared to be looking at Tommy with a questioning gaze, he was actually watching me from the corner of his eyes. My cheeks caught on fire. We finally made it to the motel but not without Tommy’s promise to Rob that I’d give him all the juicy details of our past strip club experiences after a few drinks. Well, it wasn’t the Beverly Wilshire, few places were, but it’d do. We showered and dressed quickly. She walked towards me and undid the buttons on her shirt. No surprise – no bra. I grabbed her ass, lifted her up and threw her on the bed. My hand ventured down to her wet hole and I started sucking on one of her tits. Soft, nice C-cup tits. She seemed to be eager, as she pushed me asside, undid my fly and pulled my pants and boxers off. My now throbbing 17cm cock sprang out in full attention. She wasted no time and got to her knees.Her wet tongue slid along my shaft. She then continued by.