Have you spotted anyone you like yet?"The question concerned the other show, the other dancers, the ones that interested Mike most. He laughed. "No, b...t I've only just got here. Anyone new? Anyone you think I might be 'interested' in?"The girl looked serious for a moment. "I think I might know of a person. She'll be fascinated by your accent alone. I'll see if she's free." Looking thoughtful, she disappeared from view. Mike continued looking around. Not far away, a girl in a G-string was. He growled with pleasure, her lips were juicy and full. He stiffened his tongue and plunged it within her sweet folds. Samantha opened her legs further and felt him wrap his lips around her clit. She was completely vulnerable at that moment. His tongue flickered across the small button then alternated different pressures. His tongue was bringing her pleasure that she had never felt before. A build up of warm electric current started at the point where his mouth was connected with her. "Yes." I like that. Our imaginations are compatible; they share common ground," she said. "You're hard; I'm wet, and not from this frothing water."He reached for her, lifted her as if she weighed half of nothing and settled her on his lap. She didn't protest. Instead, she helped. His arms went around her, and he kissed her passionately. She tasted his tongue. It was hard, too. And insistent. His hand moved from her knee up her thigh. She spread her legs slightly, inviting his touch. The hand. The things I took for granted, it made me sick the more I thought about it. Last week I had to deal with my period. I never wanted to go home more than I did then. I won’t say anything, but suffice to say that really helped my foul mood. I pushed myself up and walked to the window. Staring out at the lands that belonged to Cien, I saw the large loch. I sighed. That had been one of my touristy stops. I wanted to dip my feet in Loch Ness. Maybe I’d see some one faking some pictures of Nessie. Who.