I took to opportunity to talk to her about some of my theories about sex and dancing, that dancing is a natural aphrodisiac for women and that the wom...n who actually do the stripping are actually in positions of power. That they do not feel exploited and in fact, often feel guilt for exploiting the men who they find it so easy to scam money off simply by dancing in front of them, without any expectation of even the slightest touch, at most clubs. I also explained that the women who are. “You fucking bitch!”I was shocked by his violence and recoiled but I looked down and stared dumbfounded. His cock was transformed from the pathetic limp thing that I knew into a magnificent baton.“How long have you been fucking that bastard?”His rigid member swung stiffly from side to side. I could hardly hear what he was saying. I just couldn’t believe my eyes!“Best man! Bastard showed me who the best man was. Get out of that dress you’re not fit to be in white. Tart!”I fumbled with the pearl. The last thing I did was put on her lipstick, I very bright, and in allhonesty, a bit tacky red. But she seemed to love it. I took a packageof index cards. I held one up to her face. "Kiss it Krystal." And shedid leaving a nice cute little lipstick mark on the paper. I put thecard to the back of the deck, "this one too." And she kissed page afterpage of the index card pile. I reapplied her lipstick about every 7 oreight kisses as it faded. 100 kisses later I had her so aroused shewould do. "Ok, I'm in. When do we start?" asked Tyrell now smiling."Lets get started the very first thing in the morning. There is a lot of ground to cover and I want to try to search everywhere that makes sense before it gets too dark. I would like to be back in the city with something to think about before they lock the gates on us," smiled Dusty."Ok you're the boss. I'll meet you here at first light," said TyrellAs everyone got up and left the table, Kat headed to the counter to get a room for the.