Our plan was to go to a local bar and also find a strip club. We ended up doing both and had a fantastic evening! When we were at the strip club Rache... was very interactive with the strippers at the club. She even looked at me at one point as she was getting a lap dance and said, “Can we take her home with us?!?” That’s when I got the idea to actually try and bring one of these girls home. Unfortunately, none of them would leave with us from the strip club, so I went to the phonebook! We. Her voice sounded lonely, as if she were many miles from anyone else and singing into the wind.At the appropriate time, she stopped her song and began to speak. "We sure are lucky," she told the congregation, "that we have a man running for office who is a friend in name and deed. You all heard about that horrible man in the parking lot. Just imagine, a church parking lot. He tried to beat me up and he would have beaten me if my Jimmy hadn't protected me. That man came here to make trouble. Vanessa wailed, then forced herself to turn over before Jake could pull out the knife and begin stabbing her in the gut. Once on her stomach, she forced herself up to her knees so that she was kneeling and facing away from Jake, her legs spread wide and her face and shoulders pressed against the grass.Jake roared, furious at the loss of his knife and pressed forward, only to stop when he felt Sheryye's teeth tear into his rock-hard cock, the dead weight of her body dragging on him like an. . Mistress," she said and I saw the hunger in her eyes.After the bill was paid, we slipped into the men's room and found our friends there. I was glad it was a single occupant room as I locked the door and introduced Ellen to the men. They were both well-built with deep tans and sandy colored hair. I noticed they kind of looked the same."Are you brothers or something?" I asked."Yes," one of them said. "I'm Steve and this is Ryan." Oh cool," I giggled and stepped to one side. "Ellen... please.