Debbie said she would tape Marsha and we could put dollar bills in Marsha's bikini top and bottom just like a stripper. We covertly touched Marsha's ...its, ass and pussy. It was Debbie's turn. She got wet. I had taken her to a strip joint in Denver and she knew how to dance like a stripper. She gave us lap dances and bent over and humped her ass toward us with her legs spread. Marsha was taping and zoomed in on Debbie's tits, ass and pussy. Debbie danced like a pro and we put dollar bills. He thought about the girl students. Yes, he was very guilty of masturbating to thoughts of a few of them. There was Alyssa, the honey-blond who wore tiny skirts and spread her legs, pretending to drop pencils so he could see her ass. There was Danielle, the skinny brunette who never failed to give him a little smile and swing of her hips, wantonly licking her lips as she stared at him. There was Maureen, the big-breasted bleach blond who would probably stare at a box of orange juice because it. He wasn’t looking for anything serious and neither was I; plus he was absolutely gorgeous: 27, 5’6”, wavy brown hair, emerald colored eyes, and that smile! Ugh! That smile! It was a devilish and devious looking smile; you could tell he had no good intentions behind that grin. It was unbelievably sexy, and he actually responded to me! A guy who could get anyone he wanted actually responded to me. It didn’t even take him a full five minutes to message me, and we had an ideal conversation.He. As I dressed in my room a few minutes later, I kept glancing at the vial of cocaine. My hand itched to put it in my purse, just in case. I almost did, but in the end, I left it there and locked my door behind me on the way out. There was no need for me to be worried someone might see it. The maid would leave the locked room alone in her morning cleaning rounds.I smiled maliciously as I boosted Conrad's spare keys from the hook by the door and let myself out. I could take one of the other cars.