She squeezed me through the cotton, occasionally looking up at me. I held her head with one hand, groaned at her touch, and lifted my sweatshirt and s...irt with my other hand.She squeezed my shaft fairly hard and her thumb pressed my sensitive cock-head. She didn't mind the sticky wet patch off pre-cum that stained my boxers. “Squeeze the base,” I ordered. She felt it flex hard between her finger and thumb, then looked up at me through those wide brown eyes. I grinned at her. After taking her. Lifting off the bed, I was able to help get my pants and boxers down to my knees. Her hand encircled my hardness, gently sliding up and down the shaft, squeezing just under the head. A droplet of pre-cum formed at the slit. Pulling me from her breast, she dropped to the floor in front of me, and, still looking into my eyes, extended her tongue and swiped the sticky liquid from its perch. “Mmmm!” she said as her lips ovalled, and she took me into her mouth. I reached down, cupping both breasts. Jim didn't know that his friends had decided to "help him out" with the dancer who had been giving him so much attention. Without knowing who I was, they had pitched in to pay for me to give my own son a nude couch dance. Jim turned when I entered and as his friends cheered him we looked deep into each other's eyes. I was ready to run away again when Jim got up and walked over to the couch. He gave me a smile as he lay down and stretched himself out. I realized then that he wasn't going to tell. " That's much better. Now get dressed. I'm sure your gas pump stopped long ago. We know your phone number and will call you."She looked up in alarm. "No! Don't call my house! Please! Just let me give you my cell phone number." She reached into her purse and pulled out a card from her stack of business cards. She pulled out a pen and wrote a number on the back. "Please use this number whenever you call me. Please?"I stared at her for a second. She broke pretty easily and suddenly seemed so.