That was not quite true because they wrapped up the pole dancing and the private dances about 4AM and the girls did not start dancing until 11AM in th... morning. I guess they could point to the waitress and the girl selling the sex toys as being totally naked and claim there was no false advertising involved. I had stopped there a couple of times to get bacon and eggs because I loved the kinky atmosphere and found it quite disconcerting to have my order taken looking at a hairless cunt only. “Yes, yeess, ahhhggg.” I started to climax and lay face down, the pressure on my breasts with every powerful thrust almost painful.I let out a muffled scream, my muscles pulsing and I heard him cry out, his cock stiffening and swelling before shooting jets of hot cum deep inside of me.I slowly relaxed as he finished, enjoying the last spasms of the orgasm.“You don’t know how much I wanted that.” I mumbled.“I wanted it more Bev, I can tell you.” He gasped.I stiffened, that was not the voice of. I’ll do anything.”She stared at me for a full 10 seconds without saying anything, then her lips twisted into a vicious smile. “You will, huh? Anything?” I nodded. “Anything. I’ll prove to you that I can be a good husband. I’ll prove to you that I’m not a tranny whore.”Her smile got even bigger. “No, I don’t think you will,” she laughed. “As a matter of fact, I think you’ll prove exactly the opposite.”“What? What does that mean?”“It means you’ve always been pathetic in bed. Your tiny. ?Then, standing naked, there, beside the bed, Carla allowed her hands to roam over her own body, reassuringly, cupping up her luscious, full breasts, caressingly, rolling the delicate, pink nipples to spiky erection; finally, a hand slid down across the flatness of her smooth white belly to the triangle of her pubic mound, lightly covered with curling, auburn hair that gleamed like polished bronze, where she slipped a finger into the moist pinkness of her woman's slit to tease at her own.