Now, we keep each other company and enjoy ourselves as if we were on a date. He treats me like a lady and I treat him like the horny bastard he is. He...can’t take his eyes off my legs, tits and ass, and he’s constantly grinding his hard cock against my crotch as we pretend to dance. In reality we don’t dance, we just stand on the floor and dry fuck to the music. Others watch us dry hump, but I’m an exhibitionist and I don’t mind, so I put on a show. I like showing my ass because I know it’s a. "Wow, I never get here first. It's kind of nice for a change. So what the hell happened?" Rebecca," Bob chided her, "the polite thing to do would be to let us all go in and sit down before you begin your interrogation."She rolled her eyes, took a deep breath and said, "Fine, but can we get to it." She held the door as we filed in. Since I was likely to be the center of attention for a while I took the chair. Bob and Rebecca took the love seat and the girls, the couch."So, Jimmy," Bob began,. He had one more thing he NEEDED to take care of so he quietly slipped from behind Carol and left the room. Dressing in a pair of dark jeans and a black T-shirt, he found her address book still lying on the table where he had left it. Quickly writing down the photographer's name and address he hopped in his car and headed to the opposite end of town. While lying next to Carol a plan had begun to form in his head and driving helped to clear-up the details. Finding an all-night gas station he. Convinced that Carmen and her maid of honor were in no pain, I looked around to see what was going on. The other two strippers (John and Matthew) had somehow produced a bag of plastic snap-links (like a link of chain but with a spring-loaded gate to allow them to be clipped together). They were busily connecting all of the bras and panties in central pile into one huge chain that stretched diagonally across the room. They got everything connected and then noticed the two married bridesmaids..