In that week we fucked a lot and we didn’t even missed a single minute and we both didn’t wear any dress and we both stayed together even we went ...oilet. In those days I don’t know how many times I fucked her. We both bathed each other and now she became an addict of my ASS fuck. She called me as mama, and with some other pet names. I use to call her as wife, darling, dear, anni, kavitha and some more. She felt happy to be with me. In the last of that week we didn’t sleep and didn’t leave each. "No I was just leaving acutally. I have a lot of work to do tonight, but thanks." She said and turned away. Even though her heart was telling her to stay and take a risk she made herself walk out. x-x-x-x-xSam had stopped dancing and walked over to the bar to take a little break. She ordered a Sam adams and when the bar tender handed it to her she turned around and leaned her elbows against the bar. As she looked aorund and saw her best friend talking to a very sexy guy. She almost sput out her. ‘I’d like to fuck you. With my walking stick.’She looked up. The old man sat there, smirking. And at his side was his walking stick. A knurly old wooden stick. The handle was much like the handle of an old sword, it was polished smooth at the pommel, the top eight inches having a pronounced curvature, towards another bulbous lump further down at the hilt, the rest of the stick then tapered straight towards the floor.‘Oh my word…” she thought to herself as she eyed the would-be wooden dildo. The. They also discussed the training that could be offered to people in the use of the Dungeon and the possibility of letting it be used for private functions with or without supervision. They discussed the need to train the strippers in pole dancing and other strip club skills. Dana thought there was an unfilled demand for people to be able to interact on a more personal level with strippers than the usual hands off approach taken by most clubs, even to the extent of allowing patrons to inflict.