He was sitting in the corner of the room beneath a reading lamp, the only light in the room, giving him that mysterious 'silhouette with a voice' look...As she fully entered the room and approached him, he ordered her to stop where she was, remove her coat and stand eyes downcast waiting for further instructions. She did as she was told and he remained quiet for what seemed like minutes but in reality was only seconds. Finally he ordered her to remove her dress and re-assume the same position. He. “And I’d do the same to you.”“We’d just have to find a place that is private enough for us.”“I don’t think it would turn me gay either. I’m in Love with my Abby and I love fucking her.”“Tiffany loves to fuck a lot too. I mean three or four times a week. I know her parents are very sexual so it must rub off on her.”“My family was born from open sexual relationships. I have even fucked my mom!” Brad confessed.“You’ve fucked your own mom?! Oh man, I think I’m jealous.”“Yeah, we both have hot. We had better get back or they'll be searching for us, just a little longer please don't you think it would be exciting to watch me with Joe you know we both get really horny when we watch those sex videos it'll be so sexy for us both. It'll be just while we are here away from everyone we know. Just lets give it a try if any of us get uncomfortable we can stop. That's a laugh I said once you get turned on you are insatiable you won't stop. I could see the disappointment in her eyes so. The manager had a thing for large breasts and was happy I was now a stripper. I was able to finish college with no debt, although my bank account was as empty as ever. The job I was now chasing after college would be a blessing. I made note of the interview date, several weeks away, in my home calendar. Days went by. One hot summer afternoon, I saw I was low on groceries. I usually spent time in my tiny apartment in the nude. My work as a stripper had given me a lot of confidence, so I also.