She dropped her robe and let him touch her tits. He tweaked the pierced nipples then ran his hand down to feel her pussy. ‘Wait’ she told him. ‘... want to lap dance for you.’ and she did.First she tied his hands to the chair so he could not touch her. She turned her back and started to move her hips keeping her ass only inches from his body at all times. Next she turned to him and ran her tits over his face still rotatng her hips. She rubbed a nipple over his lips but not in his mouth. She. I also remember knowing that was a situation that was unlikely to change any time soon, but most of all, I remember the first time I saw Miss Martin. First period on Tuesday mornings was modern history, and our teacher was Mrs Weston. She was tall, with wavy, dark hair, and probably aged around her late thirties, or maybe even early forties, for all I knew. She had pretty eyes, and high cheekbones, and she probably would have been quite good looking, except she had a receding chin that kind of. Really, all I have to do is talk to Cameron, to deliver the message that Amber is waiting outside with a car. As long as we separate before she gets to the front door, nobody will be able to connect her to me." Ugh, okay, rewind," Adrienne complained, pinching the bridge of her nose and wincing in pain. "This is all a little too much for me to process right now." Too much to process after having too much to drink, I think," I commented."It's Cinco de Mayo," Adrienne growled as she paced around. He chucked deeply when I nodded, suddenly mute. ‘Good.’ he whispered, ‘This is only the beginning. I’m going to make you cum right here at this table.’ My mouth grew suddenly dry and I took another sip of wine. ‘Right here?’ I asked nervously. ‘Yes, right here.’ he replied as he took one last drink of his wine and lifted the tablecloth, disappearing beneath the table. My heart was pounding in my chest while I waited for him to touch me. I was simultaneously uneasy and wildly excited. I would.