Those three are just bundles of energy. They did a fantastic job and I think that anyone who enjoys 'Sweet Things' will love that scene." That was the...second scene you did with Anya, wasn't it?" Sarah asked. It was almost like she was conducting an interview."It was," Adam confirmed. "The first was for Daystar. I'm a bit embarrassed that I don't know which of their web sites it will appear on. I was a last-minute substitute and, well, I forgot to ask. It might already be up. I did it a week ago. Kelly reached down between her legs and pulled the crotch of her thong aside. Her hot wet pussy was inches from Jefferson eyes. She spoke again."How about we go someplace private, you wanna lap dance?" A lecherous grin covered his face. He stood up. She hopped off the bar and took Jefferson by the hand. Kelly led him through a curtained doorway to a room about the size of the bar. Her there were several couches spread widely apart. There were already 5 or 6 guys getting private dances back. And he’d waited; he was very, very good at waiting. Had it been three days? Four? She’d looked up at him, her eyes dry and pleading, and she’d asked, her voice rusty and polite, if she could speak. There had been fire in her then, Blake thought now with a reminiscent smile. Burning, banked. Nerves and confusion had poured off of her, hatred and fear had still pumped off of her in waves. Even then, Blake had known her better than she'd known herself, had anticipated her words. He hadn’t. I love watching him. I love how when he is under a car, my eyes are always drawn to his cock as he lay there unaware that I'm watching his dick and thinking of mounting it. Today, I'm just hanging out with him in the garage, its a nice evening out, and the garage doors are open wide letting all the perfect weather in, but as cool as the day is, I'm red hot watching him work obliviously away under the car. As I eye his groin section and fantasize a little about climbing down there, I hear his.