I even pointed her out to The Brit. "She doesn't seem all that sexy." he said. "She was a hell of a dancer I thought. It has something to do with her ...ovements. She just doesn't hit you in the face with sex." True but even so I bet she is a popular dancer. She has enough rhythm and she has one hell of a body." Her problem was she looked bored to tears. "I can't believe that the mood of this place doesn't influence her dance. It obviously doesn't. She doesn't seem to know that she is an exotic. You rubbed it slow feeling its length and how hard it was. You unbuckled my belt and my pants and slowly unzipped my fly. You looked in my eyes and I leaned in and sucked your neck just below your ear. You slid your hand into my jeans and as you felt my cock you moaned a little, you tugged and worked it out of my jeans. It sprang to full attention just a fraction from your face, as you gazed and stroked my cock you saw it was throbbing for you. I reached under your skirt and ran 2 fingers over. She's offer herself to me any position, any time I indicated that I would like to make love. She wanted to please me too much, odd as that sounds.I never thought I'd see the day where I would complain that my wife was too anxious to please me sexually. I didn't want her to treat me like I was going to die any second. I wanted her to be passionate and loving, but not fawning and stilted. I kept telling her I was doing fine and she didn't have to feel like she had to try to please me every. Now I need a beer."Charles stepped up handing her a beer, then put his hands on my naked skin. He touched my tits and ass, even rubbing along my cunt lips. He said, "I can't wait to get that hot little mouth on my cock. Pam won't do it for me, but I know you will, I'll be so happy when it's my turn."Mistress Pam took my hand and said, "Do you want a beer before we start. I know you are young, but a beer would calm your nerves. How about it?" Yes, I think that would be good. I never had one.