None of them was hiring but all three offered her time as a free-lancer, four short dances each hour for three hours at $25 per dance which meant $300...a night. The house fees varied from fifty to eighty dollars a night and all three places let girls keep whatever they made in tips for talking with customers or doing private dances. Lap dancing was not allowed, and dancers were supposed to supply their own music in CD form unless they wanted to use tracks from Gypsy. Tits could be bared but not. ”“Who said it has to be another woman? Hells bells Jim, there are all kinds of ways to get off. You don’t have to fuck another woman. There are all kinds of things you can do to make jacking off a lot more fun also”.“Like what?” Jim asked.“Well, for instance, you could jack off with someone else.” Mike replied.“What do you mean – jack off another guy!!” Jim disgustedly replied.“No, no, no. What I mean is jack of while another guy jacks off at the same time. You know, just watching the other guy. Guiltily Chelsie scanned the first of a series of lithographs entitled Faithless Lord & Fickle Wench. It depicted the wench in question seated on the lord's lap, her gown artlessly undone and the upper half of her body all but naked. In the second the lord's breeches were unfastened and the wench could be seen fondling the swollen member which protruded, while subsequent illustrations showed them naked and enjoying intercourse in a variety of positions. The accompanying text read,"With each. Belle, you want me to go away forever?" His breath warm and sweet made me want to cry, and i begged this time for Him to stay.He bound me up, and while tied to his bed, he inflicted pain, he slapped me, my breasts, my pussy, my ass. Over and over using the pain as a counterpoint to the pleasure he gave me, bringing me close to orgasm with his mouth then stopping to slap my cunt again. At first the pain seemed wrong to me. Why should sex with someone I love hurt? But the hurting made the.