” What I had chosen was a negligee that was sheer lace in white. It was cut deeply in front so the insides of my breasts were not covered and the ni...ples showed through the lace clearly. The bottom came just to the bottom of my ass and barely covered my pussy in front if I was standing still. It had two ties, one below my breasts and the other at my waist. They were both tied. The negligee in combination with the white heels looked very coordinated and definitely more erotic. But, Albert. His time was agreeably spent pondering on the enjoyable distraction of the luscious Betty’s former occupation. The idea of her prancing around on the public stage, her considerable charms bouncing out of a skimpy, low-cut opera dancer’s costume did a great deal to soothe his troubled mind.As he had surmised, he could not get a great deal of sense out of Fifi that evening as he casually steered the conversation to the prospect of her next possible sojourn. She had ideas aplenty, but the expense. I handed her the glass of vodka and orange juice and she took a big swig of it to wash the taste out of her mouth before I pushed her back down into the couch. Kneeling on the floor between her legs I kissed her hard on the lips, forcing my tongue into her mouth. She caught on pretty quick and soon we were kissing passionately. Slowly I broke from her mouth and worked my lips down her jaw line to the soft skin of her neck. I traced her juggler vein with my lips before weaving a wet trail of. " I did. I fucked the shit out of her on the table. On a chair. Back on the table. Under the table. On a second chair and finally over the money covered table again. She gasped in delight. She had already cum once as I pounded her pussy whilst she lay on the table, fingering her clit, bringing herself to a shuddering orgasm. Now, I had her face down over the table. Her tight ass in the air. Her legs spread as I drove into her from behind. My thrusts, violent, urgent and angry. My cock driving.