Guy took her hand. "You get a little break, sorry you can't see but you can listen." He led Ellen to the side of the room and nudged her into a chair....here was a certain amount of commotion and the stripper guys went off to change. Number two who hadn't even come looked disappointed. When he came off stage I spoke to him and guaranteed he’d be looked after — stamina like that had to be rewarded.The next part of the show was a fake, put on entirely for Ellen’s benefit. What she heard was an. “is it too tight?” I shook my head no. “kneel down on the floor over the bed”. I did as he commanded. By this point my pussy was soaking wet. My juices were dripping down my legs and my pussy was pulsating, ready to explode. He spread my legs w/ his knee and then pushed my head down into the bed. I felt his hand running up the inside of my thigh and the heat was emanating from my pussy. I felt his fingers reaching forward and then gliding back from my clit to my ass. My skin jumped to life and. There were no eyewitnesses so what could they do anyway. It's a sad sign of the times when you can't visit someone without mindless idiots causing so much damage." I agree," I stated, my mind gleefully celebrating a successful outcome. I hoped the bastard would think twice before dropping around to take advantage of her in future.We watched a BBC documentary about teenage delinquency. Several times throughout the program, Vanessa's phoned beeped and she broke off to reply to the text. "A few of. Through the fog and the mist of the dream, she came closer, her breasts full, her hands tracing the outlines of her body. Our mouths met in the mist, tongues exploring, softly, deeply, lips touching, bodies caressing. Two souls exploring, mingling, becoming one. Her hands caress as do mine, at once gentle and firm. Offering and taking, on a cloud of mist, we join together, coupling, fusing, entering. We dance as one. Our sleepy breathing increases. Chests heave softly in sleep, bodies move in.