What the fuck Patrick, what are you doing here? Oh, my god, I can’t believe you saw me. What the fuck Patrick, Joey, give him his money back, I… I...work with him. I can’t dance… I won’t give him a lap dance. No!”“Michelle, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have,” Patrick stammers, “I, I, it's just that I, well I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I just, WOW, you were so hot dancing and I, well, I just wanted to… I’m sorry, please, you don’t have to do it, and it’s OK. I just think you’re so sexy, and seeing you. After I have it cleaned I tell Karla that I had to get home. She says you can stay later, we always stay out later than this when it’s girls night out. I laugh and say I don’t want to go home so Tom doesn’t find out what I did tonight, I want to go home and tell him what we did tonight. I said that I had gone online this past week and besides draining my bodily fluids from masturbating I learned many definitions for the lifestyle. The one that fit Tom was Cuckold and I’m going to tell him what. Now she stood blindfolded, with her mouth duct-taped. She had no idea where she was, but she could hear that she wasn`t alone. She tried to count the voices around her, but was unable to .They were too many. All of them male. She could hear harsh words and laughter."Welcome, my dear friend! You must be Isabel. My name is Mickey" She jumped, catching her breath. This was not a pleasant voice. This was no savior. "You don`t know who we are and why we are here. And you probably would like to know.. ..........no.................please.........ohhhh” There was a wet smacking sound from his tongue and lips indulging themselves on her skin, and soft mewls and sighs from her as he stroked her body. Her pussy was soaked. As his mouth reached the top of her ass, he began licking down the crack, with occasional kisses being placed on her cheeks. She stiffened a little as his tongue made its way down her ass, and Bianca had a sharp intake of breath as his tongue glided by her anus. His tongue.