"No one is ever gonna catch us, Kitten" Franklin replied quickly, breathlessly.Franklin held her there with one hand in the center of her back, just f...r moment, as he examined the captured Kitten. The promise of a well-deserved and savage dicking had a profound effect on her. He realized that they would not have time to finish – in fact, he was almost counting on it. He simply needed to be inside of her – to known the forbidden fruit of her dripping hot pussy. He needed it.He wished he had more. Candice was just as bewildered by the direction the conversation had gone as Charlie, but for different reasons. It was the last thing she expected a rich woman like Betsy to suggest. She even wondered if Betsy wasn’t a call girl who worked the high-end market.Betsy turned to Candice and asked, “What do you think?”“I could try that,” Candice said.Betsy said, “Until your infection clears up, you’ll probably have to serve drinks rather than strip. You wouldn’t want to pass your disease along to. While talking to me, I noticed that Rick kept putting his hand on my leg. You were pouring shots of tequila for us all, and didnt notice that Ricks hand was sliding up the inside of my thigh. You handed us the shots, As I grabbed mine and Rick grabbed his, You said a toast. "To a memorable night." We had a few more shots, and I felt them starting to really affect me. I started to really relax. I leaned back on the couch and put my head back for a moment. As I did that you leaned over and. " Why aren't you wearing your glasses?" she asked, her face hardening with mild impatience."How'd you know I wore glasses? Did my mother tell on me?" In your suitcase you had a case with your glasses in it. Why aren't you wearing them?" Well... they're just reading glasses."She took a fast puff off her cigarette and exhaled quickly, leveling her eyes at me. "The lenses are too thick to be reading glasses. And you squint at everything, even when we're just walking down the street. Why don't you.