She lay naked face down on the bed. She had headphones were on, and her fingers were under her. She was totally oblivious as she strummed her clitoris...I was glued to the floor as I watched her hips rock back and forth on her fingers. In the candlelight, I could even make out her glistening pussy and see her fingers begin sliding in and out of her hole. I could hear her saying something but could only make out my name occasionally.I don’t know why but I took a couple of steps closer. My nose. Zelda would make a theatrical production out of it, but I never considered touching her either," I said, amused at the prospect of watching either girl lift her ass for her panties to be extracted."Wanda or Marcie?"Her persistence was beginning to annoy me. I took a bite out of my sandwich and chewed slowly in order to calm down. "Wanda is my assistant, and Marcie is my best friend. I make a practice of not screwing my assistant or my best friend," I said, avoiding mentioning the night I'd. Well as the second quarter progressed my confidence started to wane as Washington began its comeback. Now they were giving me the business and telling me how much they were going to enjoy me stripping with them hooting and hollering.Washington ended up scoring 35 points in the second quarter! Halftime score Washington 35 to Denver 10.Finally as the half was over, they started telling me I may as well start stripping now since Denver could not overcome a 25 point deficit! I tried to tell them. I'm a petite little hottie, I've been told. I'm really not trying to be immodest here, but the story just wouldn't work if you didn't know certain things about me, and the first of them is that most men would do me without a second thought. I guess they like my face; high cheekbones, blue eyes, and blonde hair tied back in a bouncy ponytail. And my friend Sarah says that I have what she calls "blowjob lips"—nice full ones, made extra sensuous by the glistening cherry-red lipstick I often wore..