’ Throwing her head back, she puts her leg on the head rest, giving me a perfect view of her lace covered pussy. I take my dollar, and put in her ...arter, and she takes my hand, and rubs it on her pussy, then backing up to dance some more for us. She is right, I felt wetness. She gets to roughly the center of us, and spins while taking off her skirt, It goes flying behind her, as she bends over her lace panties. Beth and I both hold up dollars, and she goes to Beth first. She looks right at. Charles reached out and held her hand again."Sorry," Connie said in apology after a couple of minutes, brushing her tears away as she spoke, "what you've done is marvellous. It's the best thing that I've heard since this horrible thing started, and it certainly offers us some hope. We might not be able to break the slave / master relationship but maybe with some work, we can give people back their lives." I never asked how things went last night," Charles inquired softly. "Is everything okay?". "No it's not," I snapped. "He drove it to the airport. Does it disappoint you?" Well, no," he said. Disappointment colored his words."And to think I thought my pussy was what you were after," I said. "But I'm beginning to think you really want to get your hands on my husband's car." No," he said quickly. "It would just be a hoot. You know how you keep telling me that he never lets anyone drive it. It would just be one more thing that he's sharing with me without him knowing it."The phone. They hit me hard – this was what I was feeling, this was what I wanted to tell Kelly. I thought about calling her but I was afraid of what she might say. I got some notepaper from the guy behind the bar, paper he used to make notes on what he needed to order. I started writing, some tears dropping unnoticed on the paper, and wrote this letter to Kelly: ‘Dear Kelly, You knew from the first day we met how much I loved you. I don’t have the words to express the depth of this love. You haven’t.