I sat back and watched you dancing for them, I could see your eyes and watched as you kept looking over at me, see if I was watching or not. I could s...e all the guys trying to touch you or rub you as they placed the bills in your garter or the waist of your panties. I wanted to run over to the stage, but knew I should play it cool. I sat there and kept watching you watch me, waiting on me to make my move. You continued to dance around, I loved watching you, you danced sexier then I have ever. We started to struggle who would put whom on the floor, in fact, I had a problem to knock him over for a few minutes so we struggled so much that I could not be on him for more than a few seconds. We were falling every now and then, it was me on top, he was doing everything to be on me so that he could rub his dick against me. When I was downstairs I was lying on my stomach, I felt his pole on my ass, I thought that he also felt my cock on his ass more than once. For a moment I lay motionless,. “Now make me cum,” she ordered. With my whole 8 plus inches encased in fingers or fanny I was going to struggle not cum immediately; I focus on something boring like work and started to buck into her. Tina laid back again the sofa with her eyes closed and moaned softly; after three or four minutes she moved her fingers to let more of me in. I was bumping the end of her vagina again. The moaning changed to gasps, “yes, yes, yes.” I felt her body tense as she came. “OK, stop for a moment,” she. I walked slowly and dazedly into my brightly lit kitchen, the smell of bacon still in the air was making my stomach growl as I walked towards my fridge and yanked the door open. I stood facing a completely empty fridge bar a jar of mustard. I sighed and started to push the door shut. Until a strong pair of arms wrapping gently around my waist scared the life out of me. ‘Ohh,’ I gasped and whirled around, trying to move back into a space, which was already taken up by the fridge. ‘Who a-‘ I.