Each tier was higher and set further back than the row of booths below. A proscenium arch with heavy velvet drapes dominated the wall behind the dance...floor. The lighting was dim making each booth a private nook from which to observe the show or to indulge in whatever vice was on offer. Hostesses flitted between the booths and a bar that seemed to be catering for all tastes. They glided up and down the stairs which connected the tiers carrying trays of food, drink, powders, pills and other. He told me how good it was, how I was a fast learner, but not to forget the rest of him. “Don’t just suck my cock, suck all of me. Eat me. Make all of me feel good.” He took one hand and put it on his balls, then took the other, and placed my hand under his white intern’s smock to feel that wonderful hairy chest. He was really hairy all over, and I could feel his curly pubes on my forehead, his wiry hairs on his balls, but best of all I could tangle my fingers in his thick chest hair. It was. Hope you're excited!" said Lynn, who had dried herself off and was waiting naked outside the bedroom door.Lynn sliced the tape with her nail scissors and pulled out a load of bubble wrap."Woah! Now that is perverted, you lie on that while I make love to you and I’ll see how many of those bubbles I can burst," laughed Chris, but his expression soon changed as he watched Lynn carefully remove the other items and line them up on the bed.A white corset with suspenders.Fishnet lattice stockings.A. I told her about taking her slip out of the hamper and masturbating with it while I watched her sleep. She was breathing quickly and I could see her breasts moving up and down with every breath."Touch my kitty," she said. I put my finger against her lips and felt a wetness there. "Taste it," she said. I put my finger into my mouth and tasted a kind of salty and tangy flavour. "Did you make a mess in my white slip?", she asked. I nodded, and she asked if I had done that with my mother and aunts.