I told her I would call him and arrange it after this.My Uncle Michael, owns The Crimson Strip Club on Main Street, he’s been a great role model for...me, since my Dad took off when I was just three. Everything I learned he taught me. His club is one of two in the city, but they don’t fight for competition. My Uncle's place is older and more established then the other one. I called him up on his down time, to tell him about Ellen and I.“Uncle Mike, it’s Stuart, gotta confess to you that I have a. I startedstroking him, and was so caught up in making him feel good that I didn'tnotice that he had worked his hands into my pants as well.I looked up to see that Mistress Jill was smiling at us. She nodded herapproval and I leaned over to start kissing Peter. I know, I'm a totalslut some times, but it just seemed like the right thing to do.I was so caught up in making out with Peter that I was surprised when hestarted spurting over my fingers. Then I started cumming too. It felt sogood! I. Without realizing it, our breathing had synced up with our slow, sensual lovemaking: breathe in as I pulled out, breathe out as I pushed in.I whispered in her ear, "I wanna see your tits."Wearing a coy smile on her face, Talia rolled on top of me and teasingly lifted her camisole up above her midriff, stopping just short of showing me the goods. I urgently bucked my hips up into her, salivating at the prospect of what she was about to do.With an agonizing slowness, Talia raised the silk fabric. The girls lead Chris up to their room and made her feel comfortable. They went around the building introducing her to the other students and showed her around. They then went out for some ice cream and returned to the room. They all changed into their clothing for bed. The two girls just wore their panties and a t-shirt; Chris being more conservative, put on lounge pants and a t-shirt. The girls sat around for a while talking about themselves and answering more questions for Chris about.