Judy went on the offensive quickly, sensing the trouble that was brewing. "Why shouldn't he be here? He is my brother, after all." He certainly is," C...nthia retorted. "And I hope you don't ever forget it, either." Just what is that supposed to mean?" Mike demanded sharply."I mean, I don't think any incestuous little couplings would do our scheme any good at all," Cynthia explained meticulously."Incestuous couplings!" Judy erupted. "Why I never heard such nonsense in my life. Incest. She smiled as they stared and spoke to the guy sitting next to her.“Do you mind if we sit next to you?” she asked.“Not at all. My name is Bobby, and this is my friend Steve,” he replied, indicating the man two stools down sitting next to me.Both Bobby and Steve were big guys, slender but muscular, with crewcuts, tattoos and dressed in black jeans and sleeveless black t-shirts. They had stubble beards and were rather handsome. Bobby looked about forty, and his friend much younger, maybe. Reaching down she tried to get Hotdog to quit what he was doing."No Hotdog! Bad dog!" She yelled at him. "Now you stop that this instant!"Trying to push him away from her pussy. This caused Hotdog to growl in a menacing fashion, and snapping at her fingers. Betty pulled back her fingers. She had never in her life heard Hotdog growl at anybody, much less her. This new development frightened her more than anything. As for Hotdog, he simply returned to his own pleasure under his nose.She tried a. "So... Did you come in just to tease me with that outfit, or was there something else?"She hopped off the desk, and planted her rear in my lap. Grabbing both my hands, she placed them on her abdomen, and leaned back, placing her head on my shoulder and her lips near my ear. "Oh, I dunno. Teasing can be rather fun, don't you think?" Her hips started to gyrate against my groan in the way that I have noticed only strippers can really pull off, and I moaned to let her know I appreciated what she.