After the first day having meeting with clients; I finally could enjoy a light meal at the lobby bar. Then I got a warm relaxing shower and got ready ...or the clubs tour…I found a quite dark stripper club not so far from the hotel.I walked around looking at the girls, but started to pay more attention to their sexy little outfits and high heels. After a couple of lap dances, I decided I had enjoyed enough teasing for the night and then I headed back to my hotel. But on my way back by walking, I. I imagined it must have cost a pretty penny for all thatequipment, not to mention his time, but I found I didn't mind one bit.For the next hour, they made me pose for a series of photos. Alan movedme around the room, put me into awkward positions, chastised me forbeing too rigid, and ridiculed me for being so loose. He made me holdposes for what seemed an eternity as he captured my sissy curves fromevery angle, or adjusted the lighting to be just right. The whole time,he kept reminding me to. I did not get much of a chance to talk to him. We did both find out that we had the next day off. So we made plans to meet at 7 that night. All he would say was to dress casual. The next day i wondered what to wear.I decided on a summer dress and some sandals. I drove to meet him and as I got out of the car I hear him say.. WOW. you look great.. He then asks me if i like picnics. I said sure. So we hop in his car and drive about 30 minutes to a nice secluded spot on the edge of his parents. Sarah grabbed his hand and stopped him, she waded through the water to be by his side, and slowly and deliberately she reached down under the water and grasped his engorged cock in her hand. It felt divine to her. “Please…” he stammered, “you don’t have to…” he broke off as her hand expertly began stroking him, her small fingers just about reaching round the thickness of his shaft. His breath became hoarse very quickly and he looked her deep in the eye. “I am a wicked, wicked Uncle…” he.