The wind blows again, moving her hair off her tanned neck, tendons and muscles working under the skin as the sweat rolls down them. I trace the tip of...the asparagus up and down her neck, tickling her. She lets out a slight gasp of surprise as I tease her with it, tracing it down her neck to her chest, under her breasts hanging forward as she works on hand and knee, back up to and over her nipples, still erect though no wind is blowing.With no hesitation she snatches it from me and puts it in. ” It glowed red in the dark late October Vegas sky. Art climbed the rickety stairs to the second floor where a man took his money before letting him inside. The old adage applied. “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”Just as it had been the first time, the lobby was dark and crowded with men. Small lights illuminated the photos on the walls of the girls that were dancing tonight. Below each photo was the girl’s name and the number of the stage she was dancing on.Art scanned the walls for the. A tiny rivulet of warm moisture had coated the smooth, widespread cleft, moistening the tiny puckering hole. He pushed hard with the tip of it, feeling it give almost reluctantly, then suddenly the tight, elastic nether-ring opened before his pressure and his finger popped smoothly up inside the, soft, rubbery channel, sliding in up to the first knuckle joint. Her voluptuous body jerked forward in under him and she gasped out her delight."Oh God... it hurts... but beautiful, Lover, beautiful!. Hmm...not bad, Cat thought. She started guiding him to her specific preferences. Jason was an apt pupil."You're doing good, Jason. Now, I want you to improvise."Jason continued to follow the last instruction she had given him."Improvise, Jason. I want you to experiment and have fun doing whatever comes to mind."Jason sat back and looked at Cat's girl-cock with a bit of consternation. Cat flexed a couple of times, causing it to bob up and down. "Come on, Jason. Don't leave a girl hanging."Jason.