I smiled and just giggled."Please don't tell my folks, I just want to save money for my future." I pleaded with him."Don't worry Ashley, I won't say a...ything but I did pay for a lap dance from you, so let's see what you got." He said.So I gave him a lap dance that he would never forget, and at the end he was really into it and a bulge was noticeably in his pants all during the dance and when I finishing up, I grinded on his bulge a little and smiled at him. When the music ended I got off. "Have you ever had Sex on the Beach and a Screaming Orgasm?" His cocky grin made her tummy clench.Their eyes met and held for a minute. Damn, that grin looks familiar. She studied his handsome face. Short hair and intelligent eyes. A strong angular jaw, dimples, and full lips. "Saturday night in fact. Twice in a row. Best sex of my life." She laughed, trying to appear nonchalant.He smiled, leaning in again, "Semper Fidelis," and lifted his sleeve to show swirling script curling around his upper. The room had no windows and was furnished with only a desk and a single bench seat. On the bench seat sat a man in his early thirties. He was shackled at the wrists and ankles and chained to the floor. He had blonde hair with sideburns that framed a mean-looking face. He leered at her as she walked past him. ‘Good morning, Mr. Garner. My name is Dr. Imelda Lopez. I’m going to be your new therapist.’ she announced in a business-like way. The prisoner, having watched nothing but her ass as she. “He wouldn’t know what to do with them!” Miss Lynn laughed. Then Miss Lynn made a couple of gestures, including holding Her hands in front of Her big tits to mock this bloke while they both laughed. I was standing there absolutely stunned (and probably already erect) and Miss Sally turned to me to say “are you still here Wankalot?!” Miss Lynn never ever spoke to me or acknowledged my existence, but She knew that’s what the girls called me, though I’d never heard it to my face before. Of course.