“Are you sure? Your pulse is about a hundred twenty.”“Of course I’m a little nervous,” she admitted.“So am I. We’ll need to take this sl...w. I need to get into the mood. Right now I am incapable of performing.” He stroked her cheek. “Let’s set some ground rules. Rule number one ... If you say stop or don’t ... I will stop immediately.”“Let’s modify rule number one,” Crystal suggested, “if either of us feels it’s wrong, say something and we’ll stop.”“Agreed.”“What’s rule number two?”“Rule number. Similar to our previous conversations, interrupted only by our order. The food was exquisite, through the laughter I couldn't stand it. Finally I piped up "What took you so long to get ready?"The laugh was perfect in between bites. "You really want to know?” I couldn't withhold my reply "Yes!” Her eyes moved slightly down and I knew the answer without an uttered word. My hand slipping off the table, along her thigh, slowly upwards, making sure my fingertips reaching her inner thigh, lightly. But that's where her love ends, I'm sure of it.In her eyes I'm nothing but a snake, a heathen snake. She's seen right through my thick coat, into my soul and seen the stripper inside.But what does she want me to do about it? Take off my coat? Reveal who I am with out shame? I have no shame. So what if I'm a stripper? A woman who dances nude for paying men. I'm not trying to hid a thing.Still why do I wear the coat then? If she already knows who I am, why do I try to hid it from her? That's what. It shouldn’t take long. And I promise you’ll love it.”My vision was still blurred and my knees were shaking as I led her into the back and the small restroom. She immediately dropped to her knees and pulled out my cock.She said, “You probably shouldn’t touch my hair or everyone will notice.”“Okay. I’ll try not to,” I said, knowing how difficult that would be.Then Michelle put my cock in her mouth and started sucking. She was moaning and bobbing her head on it like a pro. All I could do was to.