Again, I thought to myself, "maybe it's the neighbors". I knocked on the door and my uncle answers the door, shakes my hand and says, "good to see you... come on in and make yourself comfortable". It was still unclear if the music I heard was coming from another house or his. What was not unclear was the fact, my uncle had on only a pair of swimming shorts and flip-flops. Shortly thereafter I was greeted by his husband and he too had on only swimming shorts and flip-flops. I asked, "did I miss. I am exaggerating my hips alittle when I walk, my posture enhanced by the heels, love how my hairfeels on my bare neck and shoulders when I turn. and the tightness of thedress on my waist, butt and thighs. Of course I'm getting a little workedup, my nipples even feel tingly against the softness of the dress. His handheld mine as I held the wine glass up for a refill, our eyes meet again,and I know I'm blushing because his face is becoming very pleasing to lookat.I decide we need to share his. I had read on some S&M sites about to torture and cunt torture and was amazed at all the different variations that you could torture a few male tit or cunt. I was really surprised that I came along a site that showed a woman sitting naked on an ant hill. She let those ants crawl all over her cunt as she squirmed from the tiny bites that they were given her. I just about came looking at that short video and wished that it was me on at anthill.I came up with what I thought was an ingenious way to. Just then a Hispanic girl sits down right by me and says hello and introduced herself I did like wise and we chatted for a bit. I ordered her a corona lite, her name was Melanie and no doubt she could sense my nervousness and asked if this was my first time in a strip club I replied in the affirmative. Now I will not bore you with the details of the conversation that I have now come to know is common among most strippers them being single moms and showing you pictures of their c***dren and.