Her breathing was matching her movements; she was panting every time her fingers started rubbing in circles, then taking deep breaths when she switche... to the vertical motion.I stood at the door watching her; she must have placed the text in auto-scroll mode, because her hands never left her body, and the text kept moving up the screen. Given how hard she was occasionally rubbing her clit, and the way her eyes never left the screen, I thought that the story must have been pretty good. During. And he was enjoying it too."Oh fuck yes... that's it, keep doing that!" Christine said as she returned back to her own duties. She thrust his large cock back into her mouth and sucked on it.Her head bobbed up and down, her hand jerking beneath to push more of it inside her mouth as she sucked him off. She loved the feel of a hard, stiff cock in her mouth.At the other end, Jack was licking her pussy good. He was beginning to get into the rhythm before he stuck his tongue between the soft outer. The place was dimly lit, something of a trademark for gentlemen's clubs. Before she sat down, Cheryl removed her jacket and the heads began to turn. One of the dancers stopped by our table and asked if we wanted some company. Cheryl looked puzzled and I told the dancer that we might be interested later. There were three main stages and they were all in use, with dancers doing their routines on all three. I explained to Cheryl how it worked, how you sat in front of the stage to let the dancer. I dressed in a pair of white cotton pants, a light blue short sleeved shirt and wore sandals on my feet. It was still hot when I walked down the stairs and met my parents in the hall. “Ready?” said my dad. “Yep, I am. Let’s go, I am starving.”We decided to walk since my parents assumed there would be wine on the menu and they were careful about not drinking and driving. The walk took almost thirty minutes at snail pace because of the heat. When we arrived at the villa we were soaked in sweat.