“You want one more?” he asked teasingly as he rolled his hips, rubbing his enflamed cockhead against her cheek.“Oh God, yes,” she hissed wanto...ly, her eyes hooded with sluttish desire.“I want that throat of yours again,” he said as he got to his knees on the bed, his huge prick thrusting out menacingly in front of him. “Get up on your hands and knees and I’ll hold your head like before. I’m going to slide it all the way down that tight throat of yours, and then when I’m ready to come, I’m gonna. “So management is asking if you are ready to do a lap dance yet.” I just came right out with the statement. “Oh, I never thought of that. I have never done one. How does that work?” “Well it is pretty easy. The customer makes the arrangement either through the DJ or one of the security like myself. Then you take the customer to one of the rooms and you give him a lap dance. 20 dollars a song and it is all yours.”“Humm what do I have to do to get that?” “Well it is totally up to you. You are in. We'll have to buy yousome bigger bottles tomorrow, won't we? Yes we will! Now drink it allup your milkies like a good little girl, then pop that dummy back inyour mouth. It will help you get to sleep." It certainly did that! Sheonly left me alone after I obediently started sucking down the warmmilk. "Good night, Baby Candy," she sang from the doorway, as sheturned out the overhead light. "Sleep tight, little girl. We have abusy day of shopping tomorrow."As soon as I heard the sound of her. But he had missed her, on the road. Missed twining his fingers in her long tangled red hair, missed the feel of her lips and her tongue on his cock as she watched his face with her green eyes. She had a long and complicated trick that always ended with a tug on one of his nipples as she took the tip of his dick into her throat and pressed the shaft into the roof of her mouth with her tongue. Explosive, that one... He missed her cosy little snatch and the way that she watched him, hands twined.