Alice wanted to rehearse some new dance routines including with the pole, since she’d be doing more dancing and less play-acting as she had the nigh... before, although that was still in the mix. She also had to appeal to a wider audience, since there’d be many more women in the club.About eight-thirty Pam and Dave left for the club. Upon arrival they found that Dori and Ty had secured a large table for all of Alice Angel’s fans. The evening was in lieu of their normal Saturday gathering at one. As the airport filled with people I became less bolder. I was able to follow teens in yoga pants...so hot. Sluts in tight jeans and mini skirts. I caught a nice budding nipple shot from a young teen, I mean young. She was bending down looking at something in the gift shop and I was at the right place at the right time. Young light brown budding nipple...mmm so nice. Last one in the airport was a nice up skirt from a milf attending to her baby. I was getting such a rush with this perverted. I thought my tongue would come loose at its roots as it continuedto dive into the depths of her seething cunt. Suddenly, her asslifted high of the seat and her pussy continued to grind hardagainst my lips and tongue. Her thighs literally locked themselvesto my head.She tensed. Strained. Tensed. Squeezed. Moaned. Tensed. Strained.Screamed aloud and crashed back into the seat."Oh God, that felt so good!"My mouth was filled with her juices. Her thighs finally releasedmy head from their vise. Her face was buried in a pillow to stifle her cries and wimpers. I grabbed a hold of her hair and pulled her head up, taking the panties out of her mouth. “You like getting fucked like a whore?” I said. “Yes! I’m a whore!” “Do you like this cock up your ass, fucking your brains out?” I said. She bucked and wiggled on it, pushing it into her more. “Yes, I love it!” I slapped her big, round tits that were swinging wildly. She flinched. “You like being slapped around and treated like.