Mirrors were a theme here. I could see the legs of a man with a topless blonde woman wiggling around on top of him I could see her face looking back a... me and smiling through the mirror. I wasn't able to look for too long. I was quickly taken into the VIP room, I think that’s what they called it. Again, mirrors everywhere. I could see myself from every perspective, and I could see her too. Looking at me with those hungry eyes. This is where the private dances took place. One hundred and twenty. She eased her horse back into an easy walking gait. The steady up and down movement of the saddle began to match the intensifying pressure of her hand; she felt as if she were somehow about to explode. She had never experienced anything like this; the sense of urgency was both frightening and exhilarating. Emma didn’t know what was happening; she only knew that it was wonderful and she didn’t want it to stop. Suddenly, the euphoria that was spreading through Emma’s body began to overwhelm her. I came backAfter few days she invited me to her home in the night so that her daughter had tour and she will not be coming today I went with condom packet she welcomed me with a kiss we sat for few minutes then we started our work went in the room she slowly stared to remove my dress she was wearing saree I insisted her not remove it I took the saree up to her thighs sucked and squeezed her big melons for almost 10-15 minutes removed her blouse started to licking her back she started to moan. Her father's face took on a deeper shade of crimson. "You are nothing ... nothing but a stupid puta. You have shamed your home and yourself. We did not raise you to behave like a prostitute," he said angrily, his eyes glinting with barely suppressed rage. Nena sat on the sofa cowering from her father's wrath.Still naked, her body going numb from the shock, a million different thoughts swirled through her brain, giving her a headache. She could feel her head throbbing as if a little man was.