He’s been texting me all night to come over. Let’s just go over there for a few minutes.”Tim lived in an expensive Spanish style home in a gated...community. Anna took me to party there before, a wild party with too much alcohol that left me passed out on the couch.Tim was her boss. Okay, maybe not boss. He owned the strip club where she works on the weekend. Sorry, I mean gentleman’s club. Anna hates it when I call it a strip club. And I should also mention that he’s not just the boss or owner. He had gone past foreplay and needed a release, I couldn’t blame him for that and to be honest so did I. His hand pulled at the material as he attempted to manoeuvre the head of his cock between the lips but only managed to jam against the thongs gussets.Breaking away from the kiss I leaned back and gripped the base of Marc's shaft, pushing the thongs aside I rested his cockhead against the wet lips and moved it up and down my slit, coating it with my juices.I sank back slowly bringing a long. “So, you got a phone call,” Adelia said. “This is the second time you brought up phone calls in the interview. They always are important to your life. Was it the cult? Where they trying to get you back to worship you some more?”“No, no,” I said, a smile on my face. “It was Kurt. And he dropped one astounding bomb on me. I was right there in the middle of the road in Omitz, Kansas when he told me that he was getting married.” A giddy twist built in me. I couldn't help but sound gushing as I. Also, I was able to get my Matron of Honor gown and matching lingerie in royal blue satin.Fortunately, the gown fit right off of the rack and didn't need to be altered. The full skirt needed the requisite crinoline, so that was also purchased. Shoes for each of us that matched our gowns, with four-inch heels, were selected. Finally, I got Gina a white satin bridal negligee with a form fitting, ankle-length gown with spaghetti straps and lace over the bodice and hem and a sheer robe with short.