She was careful to keep the mustard away from her white silk blouse and Mister Jacob gave her several napkins to help her out. It was still too early ...or customers and he invited her to sit next to him behind the hot dog wagon to finish her dog. She was stuffing it in her mouth and finished it off and he wiped her lips with the damp napkin to get the mustard off her lips. One thing led to another and before she knew it, Mister Jacob had replaced the hot dog with his own thick cock and she did. "The website said women are paid $100 for sitting at a table and not dying. The more they allow the dancers to do with them, the more money they get. I think it was $1000 extra if they permitted anal sex. You did permit those men to have anal sex with you, didn't you my dear daughter? So you should have received $1100 for the night. Money in exchange for sex equals P-R-O-S-T-I-T-U-T-E. It's a very simple economic principle. The only thing I'm not sure of is whether you got $1100 for all the. My skin felt tingly against hers, and I could feel her beautiful breast heave with each breath she took. She did savor the moment as much as I had hoped. There was no rush, and each caress felt like its own eternity, and a blissful one at that. Her lips were moist and soft, and her skin was warm and smooth. I wrapped my arm around her and unfastened her bra. It slowly dropped away in front, but I let it rest where it settled. I ran my free hand down the length of the side of her body, brushing. A quick look to Amber showed she was getting in the mood too, as her hands lightly roamed all over her body."Watch your sister, not us," Dixie whispered in my ear, startling me as her lips brushed my cheek.I looked back to my sister to see that she was squeezing one breast in time to the music, and she was moving her pussy against her hand. My sister was masturbating in front of me!A gasp on my right brought my attention back to Dixie, and I realized I was playing with her pussy. When did that.