I had a handsome young man in spandex shorts holding a toolbox, looking very much like a male stripper and my own arousal at the sight of him was drip...ing down my legs. A double checkmark on those points. It was almost check and mate; I had everything checked and just needed to mate! It was finally time to act, I decided.He grabbed the replacement part in his free hand and headed out towards the rear patio doors. His biceps bunched up with the weight of his toolbox. I left his phone on the. Inside the elevator, her excitement had grown as he ground against her, frantic in his eagerness. It was their desire she fed on, their need. Coolly she had stood there, allowing him to fondle her, but not responding, making him try harder. She knew what he wanted and he was going to get it, but it would be on her terms. Michele pulled up her legs, bending them, knees falling to the side of the tub, opening more of herself to the spray. She wanted them want her, to need her. It made her use of. He really did enjoy the shows the girls put on, especially the younger ones. It was the innocent abandon they expressed that turned him on. Some of the older ones had that jaded look of knowing too much, you could see that that money was the motivator. The younger ones though, you could sense a little bit of fear and apprehension, but then you could see them surrender to the pleasure of being the object of desire. One of his favorite dancers, Cherie was on stage, a real kitten..soft and sweet.. I rubbed my thigh into his crotch.Which I could feel made him very, very 'orny. Me, too. I wasfrightened that my cock would jump from my panties or that hewould feel it and I would soon be dead. But you don't want to hearabout my schooldays. Fuck me again mon grand amour."I thought I did want to hear about her clearly sexy schooldays,but since she was coaxing my hand to her sacred cloister I wasreluctant to press her to finish the story. We returned to thepresent for the seventh time in the.