Called Saffie - still no reply. Called Amanda - no reply either. Why?After an hour I decided Amanda had to be home, surely? Even if she’d been held ...p a bit. And even if she wasn’t answering. I drove back. Hopefully she’d be in the mood.I opened the garage door, and there was Amanda’s car. Thank Christ. I drove in, closed the door again and went through to the kitchen, carefully avoiding looking out onto the patio. Amanda. Where was she? Not in the dining room. Not in the loo, or the. If that didn't happen, I was sure I'd definitely run. Then he began moaning a little bit."Shit! I'm going to pop," the man yelled out.He came right onto her boobs, and then he threw her onto the couch. He didn't hurt her, but he did rip her skirt and panties off though. Then he got right behind her and jammed his cock right into her."Fuck, now that's the big cock I need," Jane moaned.She said that, because he definitely had a bigger dick. I guess to her, bigger was better. Although, she wanted. ” I was astonished. Our hotel guest was a big time international banker and he couldn’t fork over more than a few thousand bucks for a few strippers. His room alone was $2000 a night and each bottle of Champagne was about $300. “No,” Cindy replied, “Two is our cut after a negotiated deal with the club manager. “I could easily make double this staying at the club, but I wasn’t given a choice. Fucking strip club!” I was freaking horny. I had to admit it. It was close to 2am. I was supposed to. But I was starting to wonder a little too. Little Steve was just sitting in the backseat, not saying anything at all really, not even leaning forward between to seats to listen like I probably would have expected. It was almost like he wasn't even there, so I kept glancing back at him every now and then, and he'd see me and smile, but that was it. I hoped it wasn't cause of Brian, and I really thought it was probably just cause he didn't care anything about cars, which I found hard to.