” Again, his words got me wet.He paid for the lap dance, and I left, still trying to figure out who he was. I gave a few more lap dances, got a few ...uys thrown out because they just couldn’t help but touch me. After an hour of working the room, my boss came over and told me I had a customer in the CHAMPAGNE LOUNGE, our most luxurious VIP room.When I got to the VIP lounge, that same mysterious man was sitting with his legs open and an enormous bulge in the front of his pants. I could see his. Mom then bent over resting her hands on her knees bringing her breasts closer to my face while looking me over. She asked me what I was doing all while turning her body to look at my feet, then back up. The sweat shirt fell forward hiding much of what I could see, except that her turning motion caused her breasts to sway up against the sides of her shirt showing me right where they were and that they were swinging back and forth. I groaned a little hoping my raging erection wasn't too visible.. ..back to mummy," she murmured half asleep.This continued for a couple of months, Mistress Marcia would fuck me anychance she got using either my mouth or sissy pussy. I had gotten used toboth the taste of her sex sessions with her lovers and my blue balls.Then out of the blue an opportunity for relief presented itself. MistressMarcia was going to her lover's cabin in the woods for the weekend. Ithought nothing of it except that I would not be getting fucked by herthat weekend; it was a. “In just a few seconds he took out five of the eight of them, killing three of them, not less...” Another person mentioned waveringly.“How terrible, he even didn’t spare the woman...”“Dad, dad, what Martial school this expert belongs to? Please sign me in!” Among the crowd, several of the most invigorated voices were of children, either crying in fear or full of admiration.“You wish to learn this expert’s method, boy? Do you wish to die?”The common people shared mix emotions as the group battle.