She sat there for a few minutes, looking to see if anyone there was familiar to her. She had several people tell her that this was a good place to go ...ancing. Nothing else had been said. The new girl in the office, her name was Roquetta, was talking about it at lunch one day. She had said she loved to go there. She had drank most of the beer, and was trying to decide whether to leave when it was finished, or order another. She had emptied the bottle into her glass, and was taking another sip. I took a bite, then squirted some of the creme over my right titty.I held my boobs together, forming a nice valley of cleavage and placed the donut right there. I tilted my head down and ate the sweet treat right off my own breasts. I got pretty messy in the process, but didn\'t care. I was getting turned on, so I moved my hips forward to the edge of the chair. Spreading my legs I leaned back and began playing with my pussy, rubbing my clitty and fingering myself. Very quickly I felt a small. "I had gotten many lap dances, but had never been to the private area. The cost of a lap dance was $20; the private area was $150. I never was really tempted before to go into a private room. How often does something like this happen? "If you're interested, you could take me there." she said."You'd take me to the private area?" I asked. "Don't be silly," she said. "Of course. We'll have fun. And of course, no one else has to know, right?" In the private area, I sat down in a big pillowy chair.. Texas, Louisiana, California or Florida would be fine. But Italy is where it's going to wind up." Hmmm, let me think about this a moment, Mr. Gentner."Nazario Moreno, who had been leaning against the wall, came alert at his words; a machete was on the table just to his left. Pardo and Gentner knew this might result in their being killed by having their heads cut off. Beheading was becoming a signature from this cartel. The former Mayor had met such a fate. His successor was Larios'.