I was happy to see curtains in the seats.Me and my gf were pretty excited about this journey as we had never spent a night together like this. I was a...ready turned on by my thoughts and my gfs clothing that day didn’t help my case. She wore a sleeveless denim top which beautifully revealed her shaved underarms and shorts which were exposing her thighs. She wore a hot black bra inside her denim top which I could see. She looked like a cute little sex bomb that day. After having dinner the time I. I’m going to have to get you to baby-sit for me. Would you like to do that?’ Sorrel, wondering where Fletcher was, looked neither to the right nor to the left. She said in a flat voice, ‘Yes, if that’s what you want me to do.’ Denise interjected, ‘Hey, I’m just the girlfriend. Are you required to do what I say?’ Sorrel answered, ‘Yes, I think so.’ Cynthia took Sorrel’s chin and pulled her face up so she had to look her right in the eyes, ‘What do you mean yes? You mean yes ma’am don’t you.’. They finished their dinner and a second bottle of fine wine before Lisa paid for the dinner with my credit card that I had given her for the evening. It had been almost two hours before they emerged from the restaurant. As soon as they were seated in the back, I drove to the strip club as Raymond had directed with the partition window still up. Damn it. When we arrived at the club, there was a large banner hanging above the door announcing `Amateur Night', and my cock stiffened at the thought. If I found Ms.Tomyka inside the house, after presenting myself at attention I would usually be commanded to kneel before her and worship her feet for several minutes. I would then be sent to dress in my work attire and then complete whatever cleaning assignments Ms. Tomyka specified. Many nights, as Ms.Tomyka lay about (in my clothes!) reading a book or working on the computer, I, attired as a cleaning woman, did just that. Carmen commented more than once that a chore she was used to doing.