‘Well James, I can assure you that if this were a business visit you’d already be dead,’ she said with a slightly comical tone dancing between h...r words. I didn’t doubt that she meant it, but since the dance at the benefit I’d sensed something different in her demeanour towards me. Whether that was to reinforce her position of authority concerning payment – which she still hadn’t asked for yet – or my sensations of guilt over my role in the events as they had transpired was unclear, however. Got it?”The private just nodded. At this point he’d do anything he was ordered to do. After repositioning himself on his sergeant’s chest he rose up and leaned forward so he could insert his cock in his sergeant’s open mouth.He started fucking and soon was going at it hard and fast, unconscious of whether his sergeant might be chocking on his long cock. The sergeant was able to take every inch of it down his relaxed throat.It was only a few minutes until the private pulled his cock out and sat. The dancer was throwing herself at the pole in the middle of the stage, swinging around in just a G-string. Her body was perfect, or at least as perfect as one could tell in the non-stop flash lighting inside the club. Dorothy just stared and stared at the dancer. Wow, she was powerful, just like Demi Moore. The dancer strutted around the stage, music blaring, checking out the men and women assembled around her. She lay down on the stage with her hards hanging onto the base of the pole and. She moaned again. I cupped the bottom of her breast moving them up. I started to kiss and lick under her breast. I licked down the center of her cleavage. I was enjoying her breast. She was really enjoying what I was doing to them. I pinched them again as I sucked them hard. I let them both go from my mouth above her. Her breast fell and moved to her side.She opened her eyes and looked down. She smiled. "I see your very good at that to. What else are you good at traffic boy?" she said with a.