I noted that all of the current patrons seemed to be female, which surprised me a little.I detected a movement out of the corner of my eye, and a low ...oice spoke into my ear. "So, who owns you?"I looked to my left, my eyes widening slightly. A pretty brunette was pulling herself onto the stool beside me. "What did you say?"She looked me directly in the eyes, and said, "I asked who owns you?" In a lower voice, she added, "Slut."I gasped slightly at the last word, but met her gaze, and asked,. " He'd just run to the school board," Larry said. "And your precious little German teacher would be ruined. Heck she might get deported back to Germany and make more films." You'd like that wouldn't you?" Jason said dangerously. "Don't you care that she's a living and breathing woman? That she has dreams? Or do you just worry about if you can get your dick wet?" If that's all he cares about his partners better be demanding that he use condoms," I said absently. "But we all know he can't get any. It had nothing remotely to do with love, and it made her feel dirty. Dirty excited her, and this was the dirtiest thing she had ever encountered. Sure, she had fucked strangers before she had married, and that was dirty. But it didn’t compare to the raw, dirty, depravity of fucking a man she despised out of an uncontrollable animal lust. And nothing else could come close to the feeling of the double betrayal. Becoming the unfaithful wife at the same time she betrayed her sister by fucking her. She didn't care. She was free, free of shame, free of modesty, free of everything, everything but the need to dance, the need to revel in her opportunity to express herself with the most stimulated release of passion and emotion. She jumped to her feet, pulled her arms out to her sides, pulling them back, forcing her to thrust out her chest like a sprinter crossing a finish line, enjoying the way her tits shock and bounced in reaction to her movements. Her arms came back to her body, this time.