"Now it's my turn," I said, and I started taking off the rest of my clothes. I still wore my skirt, panties, stockings and heels. I took off everythin... but my panties, wanting to tease him just a bit more. I pulled him to his feet then swapped places with him, laying on the bed with my legs spread. I took his hand and pulled him down onto his knees and in close to my steaming hungry pussy. I rubbed my wet panties while he watched, and then slid my fingers under the tiny garment. I pulled my. Beyond them lay the large, open interior of the club. Placed at various central points across the floor were stages, only one of which was occupied at the time, in a far corner where the action couldn't be made out. Then there were the tables. About half of them seemed to be normal club tables, except for the light bars above them, some lit but most dark. The rest of the tables were a curious mixture of stage and table, the tables being large and very low, but placed on a raised dais with bench. But he needed a woman, a warm-blooded, capable woman who knew how to satisfy a man... and there was damn little question but what Ginny Novak could and would accomplish the task. God, just the idea caused a stirring in his loins.He tried to imagine what Uncle Gaston would do if he ever found out; he was such an unpredictable man that it was impossible to even hazard a guess. It was obvious that Ginny meant nothing to him except for satisfying his ruttish needs, yet, by the same token, Antoine. . . " She started, "I think I got it, but you have to agree to the rules first. You have to agree before you hear them." That should have raised flags, but right now the alcohol and my curiosity were totally in charge. If I didn't agree, she would never talk. I really wanted to hear what she had in mind."Ok Cel, against my better judgment, we will do whatever it is." I agreed to the plan without reservation."Then here are the rules: It has to be on a bed, we have to strip, we have to get a.