Why did I even bother to come? Why did I put on this silly black dress, these obnoxious red heels, and get my hopes up about how this evening would go... With a final, admittedly dramatic sigh, I turned around to face the mingling partygoers once again -but all I saw was a pair of crystal eyes. My breath caught in my throat. Leaning against the sliding glass door was a man in a fitted navy suit, his crisp, white shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a protruding collarbone and his bare chest. He. Dan held hands with Holly and Tracy, with Wendy alternating with the girls.Club Rouge wasn’t open as late on Sunday, so they quickly wanted to enjoy their fun. Dan bought two couples packages consisting of their bottle of champagne, a red rose, a photo, and free access to the male and female strippers.They were escorted to the main dance room and a reserved booth. The girls adjusted the opening to their dresses, revealing as much tit without fully exposing them. Wendy smiled for her picture,. We talked to a lot of other people and had some drinks. In fact we might of had too many drinks. Anyways around 10 pm or so, I noticed this tall black male enter the room, he was stunningly beautiful, dark sexy black, muscular build and beautiful white teeth. I was definitely NOT worried about him flirting or being interested in my wife. Honesty, she wasn't even on his level of women, no disrespect, but my wife is a simple jeans and t shirt kinda gal. About a half hour later, I was talking with. "I nodded in agreement. His dilemma was not at all unusual. In fact it was the central theme of chi1dhood sexual activity: reliving the abuse, feeling the shame of being used by an older someone who had obvious power of one so young, yet also feeling the thrill and exuberance of receiving the "special" attention of an older person. Recounting the episodes of sexual adventure and discovery could have an extremely arousing effect, which manifests itself in the cliché: "guilty pleasure". I.