Fuelled by the aching throb between my own legs, I return my attention to pleasing him once again, taking more and more of his length into my wet mout... before giving him the ultimate sensation I know he has been waiting for. I relax my throat and swallow him whole, loving the feel of his groin against my nose. As I deepthroat him over and over, my hand moves to my swollen clit and heightens my arousal as I circle and flick the tip of my middle finger lightly in the wetness there. My carnal lust. And that was probably the case as the cellar had a drain pipe that connected to the sewer. At times of heavy rain the sewer overflowed and water rose up through the drain pipe flooding the cellar up to a foot high. The cellar was definitely a damp and scary place. To escape the cellar, or at least in my mind, I closed my eyes and fantasized that I’d be kidnapped by a group of sexy young women who lived in the trailer of a large semi truck and kept me as their prisoner that they adored.. You look really hot like that." I told her. I dried off my hands.She looked herself over in the mirror and admitted, "Yeah, I guess I'm kind of showing off a little huh?" Uh, yeah." I teased. "I haven't seen that much skin since the night of the dance."She smiled. "Well, it is a little unfair, you know. You get to show off your chest all the time and I just have to take it."My eyebrows knit together in amusement. "What do you mean? Girls don't get turned on half as much seeing a guy's chest as. Samantha asked the bartender where the owner was. They exchanged a few words then Samantha came back to me. She had made a deal to remove her top and dance to two Irish songs every half-hour in exchange for free drinks for her and I.She punched some numbers into the old jukebox, handed me her top, and then she got up on the stage. She was of Irish decent and she could dance the Jig very well. Every eye in the place was on her as she moved around constantly causing her ultra fine titties to.