It was total nudity or she wouldn’t dance. All she ever wore on stage was a pair of high heels and a smile. On Saturday at closing time she would ac...ept hundred-dollar tips from the patrons and give them a half-hour time slot to fuck her. When the bar closed at two in the morning she would hand out as many tickets as she could sell. The Strip Club was closed on Sunday’s so it worked out good for her.My Dad apparently had a strange desire. Every week he bought the very last ticket. He loved her. I had to make sure that I stayed at this very high state of arousal while slowly pushing on my big orange vibe. By the time I finally got my big orange vibrator all the way inside and as far as it could go, I was again close to another orgasm. I wanted to cum again. I wanted to cum again so bad it couldn't happen fast enough.I feverishly kept assaulting my poor little pussy with my big orange and buzzing vibe. My fingers worked furiously as they massaged and rubbed my swollen clit at the same. Aunty Leela looked at me and asked me if I enjoyed what I saw. I think she already knew the answer to that one, because my cock had gone into boner mode and was standing straight up clearly visible through my thin pajamas. Aunty Leela continued “I think you two need to learn the cycle of life and the joys that come with it.” With that said, Aunty Leela slid down off the chair onto her knees by the side of me. She tugged at the top of my pajama bottoms and pulled them down far enough to expose. My penis had been hard almost the entire time. I was thinking more of where to go to get some relief, rather than eating.I got up and headed toward the bathroom. I went in and went to one of the stalls and shut the door. I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants and they fell to the floor. My imagination played an image of me having Miss Herndon bent over the conference table and I was taking her from behind.I gripped my hard penis and began stroking, as I imagined gripping her buttocks as I fed.