Why don’t you ask Miss Silk if she would like to be touched?”Stella raised an eyebrow. Had Heather somehow detected her level of arousal? She real...y would have to work on that. But Heather just gestured as if to say “Go ahead, you know you want to.”After a token hesitation, Stella said “Miss Silk, would you like to be touched?”Miss Silk, whose breathing had returned to near normal by now, blushed again, but nodded slowly with her eyes downcast.Stella placed the flat of her hand on the girl’s. A split second later a cold shiver ran down his spine, as his eyes darted to the door again. Jumping to his feet, he rushed her, but ran straight into her gloved fist slamming into his face. The man toppled to the floor.Another man jumped up, looked at the woman and balled his fist. Thinking better of it, he bypassed her and walked to door, exiting into the night. The customers, the dancers, waitresses, and man behind the bar all stopped in their tracks as she strode into the room. The manager,. "Come," he said, intending to take them to his tent. But again I contradicted him."Stay," I invited him. "You can entertain me by entertaining yourself with them here. I'm sure our little vixen will find it interesting and enlightening."As always, Arnulf caught my mood. He knew he was free to do as he wished with them, that the more he did the more I would enjoy his dalliance with them. Since that was what he wanted anyway, there was no disagreement. And this was by no means the first time we. Megan's naturally feminist mind reminded her that many girls took vows not to bow before a man and have him pull them by their hair. she had been proud of such upright girls. now as her mouth rubbed against coarse jeans, such girls seemed to belong to another world. but mark had more ideas. he quickly pulled down the zipper of his pants, pulling out a 9" black boner from its confines. Megan had seen dicks before, in toilets where couples went for quickies, in porn mags. she had always tried to.