Your feet are bare.“Is this what you went out in?” my nose flares with anger as I ask you the question.“Of course this is what I went out in. Wh...t’s wrong with it? It’s just a top and jeans” you reply defiantly.I suddenly move forward and roughly push my hands between your cleavage through the gaping opening in the front of the top and cup a breast through your bra and say, “Whats wrong with it is I told you this is for my eyes only. You can buy the top and keep it for new years, but I told you. She was never shy about anything. She freely talked about anything including sex. But she also made it clear that she would only have sex with Brett. I heard many stories about their sexual encounters. I got to know Brett, as he would spend quite a bit of time at the club while she was working. We became the kind of friends that patrons usually do. We didn't spend time outside of the club very often, but became acquainted just the same.There was a concert (Pink Floyd) coming to Madison and we. Wanting to take his time, and make the experience perfect for her, Bob moved slowly, but Janelle grabbed one of his hands and pulled it towards her vulva. When he looked the question at her, she just nodded rapidly, and when his hand passed over her smoothly shaven mons and stroked down along her hot pink labia, she gasped, "Yes!"The upstroke spread her lower lips and he felt and smelled her juices wetting his hand. When the wet fingers reached her clitoris, she moaned, another "Yes!" As they. Again, I dropped my hands to my sides then turned through a full circle to let him to take in the view. He released his shaft and did a similar slow turn. His shaft bobbed slightly as he moved and as soon as he was facing the mirror again his fingers took hold of his cock and he restarted stroking himself slowly. I again covered my pussy with one hand started small up-and-down movements that sent an extended finger sliding down into the crevice between my legs and up again, teasing my clit.