. The club is kind of quiet this night, but I don't need a crowd to help me celebrate my birthday. Smiling devilishly, I move closer to Jaxon, my body...pressed flush against his. Leaning in I give him a slow sensual kiss, my hand moving from his neck, tracing along his chest, and finally sneaking it in between us and allowing it rest on the firmness in his jeans. Leaning back a bit I say, "Thanks for the presents, Daddy," before leaning back in and resuming the kiss. He smiles as he looks into. The feeling of his bulge through his jeans in my lil hand and him rubbing my chest was so exciting and crazy, and our tongues kept finding their way together as we kissed. He traced his fingers across my chest from side to side. I felt his hand squeeze my left hand which was pushed onto his growing bulge through his jeans. He pushed up, and sat back again, this time his fingers and hand that was over mine were pulling at his pants, trying to tug them open. He reached down and unbuttoned his. Rose search Janice's face for a sense of ease in her expression, but it was not there. This man was truly a stranger and she did wonder if there had been other victims, and if he chosen them at random. She tried to think back to the club, to try to remember if she felt they were being watched, but her memory was still foggy, and events she could recall were not in the right order.Reaching out and place a hand on each of their inner thighs, he gently caress the softness, gradually working his. Radney stands up to shed his own clothing as Lacey breathes deep, gazing at him beneath fluttering eyelids, taking in the view she couldn’t believe was hers for the night. Beneath his once crisp, now wrinkled dress shirt, undone slacks, and silk boxers—now all pooled at his bare feet—lay her version of a Roman god.She crooked her finger at him as she rolled over onto hands and knees, crawling up to the headboard, releasing the clasp on her bra and brushing it off the bed with increasing need,.