But the following day after Charles left to check on one of the few jobs they were able to scrape together, Honey left the office to go see Mr. Sarant...s herself.Mr. Sarantos' office was really just an upstairs room at the strip club that he owned just outside of town. The strip club, called the Pussy Cat Club was a seedy place, decorated up nice enough, but quite lax on the rules.While it looked like a regular gentleman's club at first glance, it didn't take a lot of study to realize that. She grunted, opened her mouth wide and then clenched her teeth each time I slammed into her.. I picked up speed. She turned too look at me as I fucked her faster. Her lips curled inwards and her thighs began to press harder against my body. Her body began to take over her movements now. Her hips began moving up to meet my thrusts and her gasps and grunts turned into soft, "mmms" but her eyes still looked so sad to me. She stared at my face while I humiliated and forced her to give me. That extra cheeky smile appears on his face “What about my fingers?” he questions switching off the cooker and taking a step towards her. There was no going back now, so she had to be bold. “I was thinking about how those fingers would feel inside me,” she says mirroring him and taking a step closer. With that he steps forward and strongly grabs her by the waist, pulling her into him and kissing her with a passion that neither of them had ever felt before. Slowly at first exploring each. Camile seemed to be ready, but it had to be her pace.“Now. All of you.”With my arms still holding her tight, my hips began pushing the length of me into her tight depths. More purpose, penetrating farther with each thrust but resisting any urge to bury balls deep at once.With every added inch, Camille groaned loudly.Then she began matching my rhythm.With me not yet fully penetrating, Camille clenched her ass, flipped her head back and moaned loudly. Every inch of her body shook and shuddered,.