Pool tables, couches, tables and even a bar. About a dozen people sat around in small groups served by about half as many attractive young people in t...e club’s uniforms. The members were not what Michael had expected. He couldn’t say why, but he’d assumed they’d all be middle-aged, middle-class white men. Silly really. There was no reason why a skinny Asian grandmother couldn’t find a Coldsteel ring just like he had. She was sitting near the door reading a newspaper and sipping a whiskey as he. Her arms wrap around his neck, and he holds her tight. She kisses his cheek as his hands move down her soft, filmy skirt, now finding that she has a lace Clara thong underneath almost matching her skin color. He runs his fingers over the material across her thigh and down between her legs as he kisses her. With this and her near see-through blouse accenting her young and perky breasts, he finds her doubly attractive.“Ash, yes, I am. And seeing you like this, your costume, your dance...”She. I touch her lower stomach and thighs scratching gently but not touching the one place she craves it. Her body jerks and flinches and I hear her breathing is changing. My cock is now so hard that it’s starting to feel uncomfortable.“Choice Three” I say loudly near her ear and she jumps unsuccessfully. Again I make her choose between 1 and 5. This time the choice is accessories. Number one is a pair of rather vicious looking nipple clamps. Number two is a pair of Benwa balls. Number three is a. You quickly catch up on your stunt bike. The plane must not be anywhere near full throttle to be going so slow. You slow down as you close the distance and leap onto the wing strut, kicking off from the bike to keep it from going under the plane. Prying your fingers in the seam, you push the door out and jump inside. As you move to cut the engine, the red head yells "Don't!"You freeze and look at her. Shining emerald eyes look stunning, although panicked. "Tell me you know how to fly this.