She practically danced her tiny little ass off trying to keep up with the beat of the music. It was certainly a show worth watching.Next I asked Domin...que for a lap dance. Then of course I had to explain to her what a lap dance was. I told her that the customers were not supposed to touch her but that she could touch them all she wanted too. I told her that she was supposed to wear at least a G-string when she came down off the stage. It was a health department regulation. I laughed when. I sagged against the sink on trembling legs and regarded myself in the mirror. "Jesus," I muttered to my reflection, "imagine being sucked off by your own mother."And, outside the door, my mother heard the words and smiled. It was going to be good.I came down the stairs slowly, not quite sure what to expect. The whole episode of mom pulling my meat, then giving me the best blow job I'd ever had, was unnerving. There just isn't a whole lot that can be said after your mother drinks your jizz."Mom. “Too much free time on your hands? Or are you a voracious reader?” she impudently asks.How to answer her and not encourage more personal questions? I feel kindly toward her, and not put off by her forwardness. But then, neither am I loitering about, or actively seeking female companionship. Not adverse to the idea though, but I entered the store with a different purpose and am not just aimlessly wandering about. Taking stock of my preferences in this moment, I am fairly certain I am not very. "Okay just don't let it happen again." Said the teacher.The teacher finished taking attendance, and started explaining the first project the class would be working on. They were going to be working in pairs, inside and out of school. The teacher paired the students up, pairing Hanna with Amber. "Amber, you will be working with Hanna. Maybe you will learn some manners from her." the teacher remarked. Amber rolled her eyes. The class continued, and the teacher explained the rest of the project,.