I opened up the web browser on my phone to see if there were any adult clubs in the area. There was a place near the motel. I drove over there, and it...appeared to be a shit hole. It looked like an old rundown bar but there was a small sign with the silhouette of a woman printed on it. I walked up to the place and opened the door. A guy was behind a window seated. ‘It’s $10 cover and a 2 drink minimum’, so I gave him $20 and he gave me 2 drink tokens. I walked in and sat down at the bar. The. Knowing how my prettylingerie was displayed under that blouse. I used to love watchingmen pretending not to look at my lingerie under my blouse. It mademe feel so desirable. And whenever Bill held me and kissed me whileI was wearing that blouse, he would play with my bra straps. Hewould try to be discreet about it and not be totally obvious, buthe was, totally obviously feeling the bra he had seen so wellhighlighted underneath that blouse."Mrs. Johnson then looked me in the eye, as if pondering. (Ok this is turning out not as hard as I thought it would be. But Ishould make a correction, the large cock, well that was a dream, a verywet dream, as I was about to find out. But back to my penis, I guessit's been called cute too. It's what I call medium, looking atstatistics, I guess, but the measuring tape, tells the story. But whenhe's relaxed, it's difficult to measure, but an inch or two, it hidesquite well, but when he's excited... Well, then it's not all that bad,four and a half. I sighed and muttered ‘fuck’ under my breath. The cop went to the car, opened the front passenger door and admonished my sister to stop. And that’s when it went right off the cliff.“Fuck you, you cock sucking pig!” she screamed.“Sir,” the second cop said, “We’re going to have to take her in. She’ll be at Grand Central. After she calms down, you can probably bail her out.”There wasn’t much I could do except agree.“OK, Officer. Thank you.”He handed me my ID back and I stood helplessly on the.