My best buddy John and I would leave on Friday night and return on Sunday evening. One time when he and I were in Alabama for a weekend show he asked ...e what do you think Andrea does when you are gone all weekend? Even though I knew Tim was getting her pussy this particular weekend I just told John I'll just about guarantee you she laying in bed. He laughed and said what a bum. I laughed too. I always call Andrea when I'm about an hour away from home so there's no awkward moments when John and. He lifted up the bag of food for her. She was hungry and very happy to see him. She could n' t wait for her set to be done. She slid around the pole seductively to the music then went closer to the drunks sitting at the bar. They crammed ones and fives into her g - string and garter. One old guy pulled her down onto his lap and tried to grab at her tits but she playfully slapped his hands away and did a lap dance for him. Then he handed her a $50 bill. 'Not bad, ' she thought. Then she was thru. He can’t seem to keep his eyes on the woman, because he’s all too aware of the third figure behind him. “Maybe you can call off the kitty cat, huh?” This third being is not human, but more than that, he verbally objects to his given moniker. “I’m no ‘kitty,’” he says, his voice light but grizzled, as if every word trundled across an uneven growl to be spoken. “I’m a familiar, not some mindless animal.” To the layperson, he looks like a fully grown panther, but his fur is not so dark as to. I feel so sexy and naughty!” “No prob. Hun.” Sarah quickly got dressed and as soon as she had pulled her last piece of clothing on, Laylee and the twins walked back into the room and Sarah and I exchanges naughty glances with one another. Well, that was Sunday and nothing else really happened. Nothing else really happened on Monday either. Sarah washed my panties and asked if she could keep them until Tuesday, but that was pretty much it. Monday night, I awoke to find someone creeping onto.