Once I came down from my orgasm, he pulled his finger out and licked it clean.I looked down at his crotch to see his pants were painfully tight. Using...my feet, I pushed down his sweat pants, taking his boxers with them. His length slapped up against his stomach, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it, seeing the tip already coated with pre-cum. He gripped his cock and rubbed it up and down my pussy lips, making me moan, feeling my pussy ache for him. He lined the tip of it to my entrance,. I look around and fumble through the bottles: Whisky, Vodka, Bailey’s Irish Cream, and Wine. I like the idea of a smooth milkshake topped with Bailey’s. Yes. Perfect. I sip from the bottle and the liquid dances in my mouth filling me with insatiable desire. I pull out some French Vanilla ice cream, scoop it into the blender and pour the Bailey’s on top, smooth, sensual and calming. I take a spoon and taste the mixture. It’s so palatable, but it’s too thick for my liking and it’s not strong. I climbed to my feet. I was in some sort of strip joint. In my line of business you are used to abrupt changes like this and I was more worried by Richard's absence. He had to be nearby, but I knew it might take me a while to find him. Someone slapped my ass and squeezed it. I spun round to see a man leering at me in a rather odd way. "Come over here and I'll give you something to make you happy, sweet thing." He, like everything else, wasn't real. So I quelled my anger and moved on. I hadn't. I rushed up to the door and knocked, and then the inner door opened, but the screen door was still closed. " I'm so glad that you made it here on time, Joan" Gloria said as she looked me over, "you still have five minutes before you're late." Late? I was here already. "I'm here like you wanted, may I come in?" I was hoping to get through this evening quickly, but she had other plans. "Certainly Joan, But you should be comfortable first. It is rather warm in here, and I think you would feel.