On went the struggle, they slowly spun about on the same spot, as if a misplaced step would allow the other that hint of an advantage. Trick after tri...k, counter after counter, they tried and tried to gain the moment of triumph, but to no avail. They were locked together, heads and bodies together, bonded in a fashion they dared not break.Slowly they both grew more frantic, spinning faster still on the one spot. Minutes passed, the struggle carried on and on. The town clock chimed one, then. I was excited as I brushed my teeth and fixed my makeup, then slipped out into the dark night.Chris pulled up in his silver Subaru, and I wordlessly climbed in the back, as usual, and found a box of clothes on the seat. I rummaged through them. “Sir?” I said tentatively. “There are no panties or bra…”“You won’t be needing them. Now get dressed.” As we drove, I dressed in the outfit Chris had provided: fishnet thigh-highs, garters, a black sleeveless dress, and black pumps. I felt slutty…and. I wouldn’t be able to satisfy her once I came and there was nothing I wanted more than to see her glad she came here tonight. The guy in the front of the line began to gasp loudly. He was quite loud as he shot his load into Robyn’s mouth. Since she was being pushed involuntarily, she could not restrain herself on his cock. He must have become too sensitive from his orgasm, he pulled it out of her mouth, and stepped back with a loud, “Shiiiiiit, that was too much.”She replied back, “Not for. We ordered another round of whiskey. But the bartender mixed our drinks.He placed beers in front of us and whiskey in front of the girls. He got busy in another order so I talked to the girls. Even they’re clueless about how did they get whiskey. I told them what happened. They gladly exchanged the drinks and we started talking. We hit it off pretty well.I told them how we guys can’t go to the dance floor and gave them an idea of going to the dance floor together. They agreed and we went.