I was here when it was a nightclub. Since our city is known for it, our boss turned this into a strip club, bringing Social Media hoes, viral internet...twerking chicks, Daisy, Raven, yours truly, and others. The only dude here is security. His name is Lance,” Lillian said simply.“Good to know. So basically, I walked into a rip off version of ‘The Player’s Club.’ Cool. So, I see you kept your job.”“Yup. Keep the change. I got someone waiting for me,” I said, as I paid her, then left.“She’s got. I slowly began to wiggle back and forth in her pussy as I lifted her by the ass taking her off the ground by my arms. Her pussy began to ooze helping me loosen her up. Each stroke went from pain to pleasure. Wow was this intense. I looked over to hubby to see how he felt. I could see him playing with himself by the corner. I was far to busy fucking his wife to care any further. I continued to craddle her and fuck for several more minutes. I then let her to her feet and let her squat down on my. You grab my hips and drop me right down and onto your cock. God it hurt, but oh so good. This is better than the plug. I feel stuffed, and you still haven't bottomed out yet. Inch by inch you feed that monster into my ass, slowly pushing me up and down til I'm finally resting on your lap completely full. You reach for my front and twist my nipples as I toss my head back. I start twiddling myself as I start to bounce up and down. You're moving your hips to meet me on my downstrokes and I can. As his scarred hands came into view his heart began to beat faster. Not that he hadn’t seen his scarred hands before but tonight he wanted to examine them real close. He wanted to face his ugly, scarred and ‘pinkyless’ hands without hating them, without going into a fit. He turned his hands this way and that and slowly clasped them together then separated them again. He ran his fingers over the spot where both his pinkies used to be. He flexed each and every one of his fingers and felt some.