I grabbed her hand and took her out on the dance floor and showed her some of my goofier moves. I had Halle in stitches. I pulled out the Carlton danc... from a show I had seen in re-runs, The Fresh Prince of Bel Air. They had a character named Carlton who thought he could dance. I had his hopping from foot to foot, and the weird arm swing down pat. All I needed was the Tom Jones song to be playing. Halle threatened to quit dancing with me if I kept it up.We had a great time. Halle and I were. I got around the company only to the extent of going back and forth to the men's room and the coffee pot. It just so happened that, in those few and brief excursions, Sarah's and my paths crossed fairly often. I'd give her a nodded greeting, but nothing more, and it seemed to me, once again, that she looked at me strangely and veered away a little, almost going around me, making more space between us when we passed than people usually do under those circumstances.Despite its tedium, my. I go to the first guy and slowly untie my panties and remove them. Then I lie back and my legs open for him. My new pussy piercing jewelry glows in the clubs "black lights" and all love it. He hands me a $5 dollar bill and asks, "Can I lick it?" I reply, "Sure honey!", and pull his face between my legs. Everyone cheers at my sex show as he licks me. The next guy also gives me a $5, but for him I squat down and rub my puti then insert two fingersinside me. I'm already so wet! I let him suck the. I’m so close to cumming - if he’d just fuck my ass faster and harder…SMACK! I scream wildly and grip the sides of the table as the spanking begins again, my glowing as alive with stinging pain as the blows fall fast and furious. And still he runs the shaft in and out of me so slowly and deliberately. It’s driving me crazy - an unending circle of pain and lust - until I’m sobbing his name and begging…for what? For it to stop? For it to go on forever? I don’t know what I’m begging for but I.