He had put her here and it felt so good she couldn’t even hate him.The stage went to black, music blaring, audience rowdy with appreciation. As the ...tage-motion wheeled them backstage, Clementine continued to kiss. Limp in the aftermath of orgasm, Clarissa let her. She liked that it was more than a show for the horny blonde.“God, that was amazing.” Clementine’s words in her ear sounded heartfelt. “So hot. Giselle’s good, but−well−it’s a job for her. I thought it mightn’t work, but you were so. As I walked past him, I noticed that his cock had begun to stiffen as we were talking….it was sticking out a little from his torso, with a slight bend to it.... the mushroom shaped tip pointing at the ground, almost like it was too heavy for the shaft.I playfully slapped it as I walked past him, watching it swing back and forth while I made my way to his living room. He closed the door and joined me in the living room, with his robe still hanging wide open, and his semi-hard dick banging gently. I take your left nipple into my mouth, sucking it, nibbling it. I feel it harden in my mouth as you press yourself against me. I feel your hips against my legs, my cock hardening as you rub against me. My hands stroke your legs as I take your right nipple into my mouth repeating the process. I suck your nipple long and hard as my fingers slowly take off your panties, exposing your beautiful pussy. My fingers stroke the inside of your thighs as you open your legs wider, inviting me inside your. "Yes, if you bring her back." David joked.He was an excellent dancer. Excellent. Maybe better than me. He led effortlessly and I got used to the dress sliding over the nylon of my body-stocking under his hand. His hand roamed a bit, but all very tastefully at least on the first dance."I love this dress, Madame. It is very pretty and, in fact, if feels also very nice." I loved the way his French accent slid easily over his English. It made everything he said rather sensual. "And I think you must.