Godair said. "Let me remember during the break that I have to give you a choice!! Okay?" Yes, Mrs. Godair," Sandra said while wondering what choice sh... would give her."As you can see, Sandra is wearing a collar with a leash on," Mrs. Godair said while grabbing the leash and brushing with her hand over Sandra's tummy. Sandra felt a strange sensation inside her body. It wasn't nerves, of this, she was sure, but what she really felt, she wasn't sure of."This will make her the personal slave of the. "So what is the right opportunity?" Dita continued. "Ok, enough of that!" Morgan snapped at Dita, "Can't we just have a good time?" "No, I want to find out more about our friend here," Dita said calmly to Morgan. "Listen, Dita," I explained, "I enjoy what I do. I enjoy playing music in a strip club, and I enjoy seeing you do your thing, but I hate to burst your bubble. It's not like I get a raging hard on every time a dancer takes the stage. That includes you. In fact, after the first few days. There was nothing but denim to contain the growing bulge in my crotch. I hadn't put on a display like this since the hormone-storms of junior high school, and I simply wasn't prepared for it.When I finally finished my survey of her body from the top of her lovely head past the hints of her uninhibited tits and down along the amazing length of those mesmerizing bare legs to the toes at the tips of her dainty bare feet, I looked back up into her eyes with my dick straining against my pants and. Her finger moved to the heat between her legs, tracing softly around the skin between her thigh and labia. Autumn drew in a sharp breath, and trailed her finger up her damp slit. The electricity of it lifted her hips off the mattress, and crashed her back down into it. Her middle finger drew small circles around her clit, teasing the hood up and down. Her left hand grasped into the sheets, its cool silk flowing between her fingers. Her right hand continued to play artist on her clit, drawing.