She told me to follow her; all were looking for me to make the move. I stepped onto the table and removed my top, then the jean slide through my legs ...nd reached my ankle, I was in my dark blue bra and panty.Music started to pulse from the speakers. I saw Gemma being to sway, I copied her move and the first sway of my hips, with the knowledge that the eyes of the men below are on my flesh, cast away every last bit of reluctance in me. I started to sway harder, rubbing my ass crack over the pole. Dos did not sound to good I answered. Perhaps time for me and Amber to get out of here.Well, you can could just walk out said Abigail------l.. But I would strongly advise you as a friend. Not to do that.Because they would find you no matter where you went. Then believe me you would end up in a more serious situation. Firstly you would get the thrashings of your lives be kept for three months. be given farewell thrashing. Then you would go back into the system, be charged with the original. A sticker with the University Of Alabama is on the rear window, just as she said it would be. This is the van I've been waiting for.I approach the right sliding door and grab hold of the handle. Carefully opening the door, I am greeted by a curvy, mid-forties brunette in the back seat, on the seat, nude, breasts exposed, and perky nipples. Her vagina is exposed to me, looking tantalizing. She has that mom look, a little extra to love but still incredibly sexy. On her left hand is her wedding. My body is definitely feminine. I have full, rich curves in what I take to be the right places judging by the admiring stares I often elicit from men. Very often after a gym work-out, I like to examine my shape in the women's locker room. My ritual is fairly structured. I'll strip my leotards off my sweaty body and, completely nude, will walk to a large wall mirror. I check myself out, turning this way and that oblivious to the averted glances of the other women to my rather impromptu.