Rachel imagined pushing a finger through the gap between the buttons, creeping it under the intricate fabric of the black bra and teasing around Miss ...aylor’s areolae, feeling her breast tighten lightly as the nipple became erect and then touching the small mound teasingly with her fingertip.Rachel now felt the still new feeling of her own nipples becoming erect at the thought, her nubile chest warming, her skin drawing in around her rising sensitive lumps, the tips becoming tight and receptive. And if she had been cheating on him, maybe a confrontation with the man in question would show Angela that he still wanted her."Aren't you having breakfast this morning, darling?" Angela asked as he rushed through the kitchen with briefcase in hand."Didn't I tell you, Angela?" Tell me what, Mike?" Didn't I tell you I have to be out of town this weekend? I thought I told you last week. It's pretty important," he said, raising his briefcase."But you said you were gonna take us to a ball game this. Slowly he crossed the corridor and peeked through the reinforced window in to the room beyond.It was mostly laid out as benching around the sides of the room, with a single large island bench in the center. On that bench something lay making the mewling sound he heard earlier. But he couldn't quite make out what the hell it was. Shifting his position slightly gave him a better view - it was a woman! Completely naked except for a lab coat, she was laying flat on the bench with her legs spread. Dave pulled Vicky's white top off, revealing her leapard skin bra, and tossed it toward the dressing room. The men in the audience roared for more. Vicky unbuttoned Dave's shirt, revealing his muscular chest. The ladies' response was just as lusty as the men. The dancer's pressed their chests together. Vicky rubbed her full breasts over his flexing pectorals. Her tiny leopard skin bra barely held her firm tits.Dave's hand cupped Vicky's ass cheeks, under her dress. They stood and swayed to the.