" But you do want it. You want to be married to me," she insisted. "And I still love you." She was amazingly calm, but then ... I knew she was a good ...ctress."Really?" I said with a sneer. I wasn't as good an actor. I was hurt, and my emotions messed up my acting career. "When did you start? Was it in Ramstein? When you latched on to a sinking ship of a cripple and made yourself into an instant fiancée? 'Cause that was the start of it. Looking for a good cover story for yourself? Or was it here. The soft touch of her hand on mine, and on my cock, became a bridge to span the moat protecting my self-taught set of morals. I was suddenly tired of protecting Mom's 'honor' when she didn't want it to be protected. I had fucked my girlfriend Charleen just a few hours earlier and my pipes again needed cleaning. An old ditty ran through my head. 'When I'm not near the one I love, I love the one I'm near'. And while I wasn't yet 'in love' with Charleen, and was not 'in love' with Mom, at least. Erika pushes her chair back and slowly gets up. She pulls the dress down and walks over to the table. As she walks, I raise the setting to high. Erika's knees almost give out from the force of the vibration between her legs but she manages to slowly walk to the table. The dress inches up with every other step. I look around and see all the male staff stop in mid stride and watch Erika. Some of the men at the surrounding tables watch Erika as well.By the time Erika reaches the table, her dress. 4 and 2, Suzan wins again and steps up and unbuckles my belt and removes it, then steps back.5 and 3, Rosa wins. She leans over to Suzan and whispers something in her ear. Suzan nods to her and Rosa steps over and unbuttons my pants and slowly unzips them, then slides them down my body. My boxers revealed a bulge that wasn’t quite as obvious with my pants on. And then another roll.2 and 1, it’s Suzan’s turn. I tried to imagine what her next move would be and began to get harder. She.