My husband returned, and we were seated at a table in the middle of the club, with a perfect view of the action. We ate and had a few more drinks, and...I was getting into the music. I stood up and danced around our table, emulating every movement of the ebony dancer on stage, grind for grind, as I was getting pretty buzzed. After each dancer finished, they would circulate around the club, asking women how they enjoyed the dance, offering lap dances and more. The first of many dancers came to. " His name is Sammy (Meatball) DeLucia," Van Horn said."He was living in one of those condos on the north side of town near the river," I said. "When I went to his condo he came to the door dressed in boxer shorts and a tee shirt. Only, then he was wearing a pair of glasses with thick lenses. I remember that he was chewing on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and the jelly was running down his hand to his wrist and there was a mess of it on his shirt."Anyway, when I sat down to configure his. "When they got there the hinges squeaked as he opened the door. "Hmmm. I need to oil those" he said. "I don't come in here much any more." Chrissy was staring around at fashions and decorating that was ten years out of date. Bob walked over to the vanity and picked up a dusty bottle. He looked at the label. "Mad Jack's Scented and Edible Massage Oil" he read out loud.Then he blushed as his niece turned. "What a funny name. Who would want to eat massage oil?" She came and took it from his hands,. .." another click and another photo. "Blow me a kisswith that beautiful anus..."I tried clenching my anus and was stunned that I wasn't able to!"Fuck that looks good, twitch it like that some more... do you want moresissy? Do you want my penis some more?" Yesss, please?" I whimpered almost crying with need. "Slide your penisback inside my rectum, please sodomize me some more..."He pulled me down and I slid all the way down his penis. I thought hispenis was going to slide out my mouth! I knew.