So what if I'm a stripper? A woman who dances nude for paying men. I'm not trying to hid a thing.Still why do I wear the coat then? If she already kno...s who I am, why do I try to hid it from her? That's what she must be thinking. She probably laughs at me for hiding what I am.I do suppose there's no use wearing it any more. She assuredly knows what I wear beneath it. No reason to hide what she must already know, that I'm a stripper.Fine, I'll remove it. Then maybe she can shut up and stop. For some reason, Pearl wasn’t privy to, Seafoam jumped to her feet and snarled. ‘Why do you smell like my Oshen?’ ‘Your ocean?’ Pearl put her hands on her hips and frowned. ‘For your information, this is my beach house and my island!’ ‘That doesn’t give you the right to mate my Oshen,’ Seafoam seethed. She pulled the ring from her finger and tossed it. The million-dollar ring clinked off into the bushes somewhere, leaving pearl gaping. Had the girl gone insane? Then the name registered in. I was ashamed because it almost looked like I had posed for the photo like the girls did in my dad’s porn magazine. Me on my back with my legs apart looked as though I was trying to show off. Some of them you could barely see my tiny penis and scrotum through my freshly grown batch of hair. Then I got to the newer photos hitting the ground. Their I was again, but now on my hands and knees holding my butt high in the air with my anus now clearly visible. I quickly turned my head at the guys and. George growled and moving slowly, he came eye to eye with Arthur and complemented his effort and telling Arthur that it was now his turn to taste Arthur’s body meat and rushed towards the edge of the bed, tugging Arthur’s jeans over his hips and pulling them down to his ankles and then dropping them on the floor. Now, Arthur was completely naked except for the unbuttoned shirt covering his upper body. Arthur looked in George’s hypnotic eyes and George flashed a most sexy smile before quickly.