At that moment, I would take whatever she would give. I was in her power.She raised my hand and I stood up out of my chair like I was lifted on a puff...of air. She led me from the stage room to the back rooms where the girls gave the customers their lap dances. Or, as I liked to say, where the private performances happened.There, the bouncers waited. They were these big guys in muscles shirts who looked like they inhaled steroids. And they never smiled, ever. Their job was to watch their girls,. She was astonished. "How did you know that?!"Suzanne was pleased. Although Susan had shared many of her fantasies, none had been like that, and she'd merely made a good guess. She stated confidently, "It makes perfect sense. Sweetie is a remarkably virile young man. I must say that his stamina has exceeded all my expectations. And he's also a growing boy who eats a lot, so he always needs a VERY good breakfast!" She chuckled at that.Then she continued, "It follows that he'll want his personal. "Hello, little one," I said to this baby. "What is your name?" Rachel," replied the father."How old are you?" Eight months."She started to cry."What is wrong, little one?" I asked."She is tired." You are fighting sleep?" I asked.She gave me a frown that was threatening to become a cry."I'll sing to you," I told her. "Would that help?" She likes singing."I sang "Summertime" from Porgy and Bess. That kept her quiet for abouttwo minutes. When I stopped she threatened to cry again. I stated. By 1:30, she was completely naked, and he was in his boxers. He killed her one more time, and they had to switch back to feeling eachother up.A little bit before 2, she got up and turned off the game, her shaved pussy wet, and his 6.5 inch dick hard as a rock. She knelt down and started sucking it. He was surprised, but let her do it. She swirled her tongue around the tip a bit before taking him down her throat, and after a bit of bobbing her head, she pulled back mostly, running the flat of.