This time I just forgot I was naked on stage in front of 200 people and just let the pulsing of the music take over. I gyrated and moved my way along ...he stage in front of the men and stood astride the pole, stroking it as if it was a mans cock before slowly sliding my pussy up and down its length for a minute. I was surprised to see wet juices smeared on the pole as I moved back onto the dance area and a tingling in my clitoris where it had rubbed the polished steel. Moving into a kneeling. ‘OK,’ I replied, and let her enter the webpage again. I did so desperately need the money, and couldn’t believe the caning would hurt that much. I had plenty of my photos stashed away in my disc, and sent one off with a request to join in their programme as soon as possible. Immediately I got a reply saying they would phone me to make an appointment in the next few days. That evening, I told Carla I wanted to stay a bit later, to write a few personal letters. After she had gone, I ‘Googled’. "Barbara turned to say, "Don't get your panties in your crack, Steve! Wecan discuss that when we get home. Roger and Mugobe are inside, waitingfor us." I stood still. "Come on. You can't say that you don't enjoybeing a woman when a man screws your wet pussy with his big hard cock.Remember, Roger and Mugobe have two gigantic black cocks just waitingfor you. You came so many times Monday that you passed out. Twice! Don'tyou want to have them screw your brains out today?" She took my arm andpulled. It is as if two separate beings become one, as we caress each other’s rosy lips with our own. Slowly, a electric charge moves from one side of us to the other. I dare not speak of us as individuals. Although we are so far apart, we seem to be as one at this moment, a moment in time that lasts an eternity. We slowly move down ourselves, our appendages seeking a new feeling, a new texture. Slowly, we divide to become separate beings once again. My hands seek a warm place to rest, my lips seek a.