Brad stood quietly as I stepped forward and placed my armsaround Jen’s back to hold and caress her ass, and our lips met in a hungry kiss. She pushe... hertongue into my mouth and we kissed for what seemed like several minutes. Her mouth tasted sweetand clean, and I was sure that she had followed my instructions about not kissing Brad that day.I stepped back after a few minutes and told Brad, “Get on your knees beside Jen and me, andunbuckle my pants and remove my pants and underwear.”I resumed. Sandra made sure they got to sit at the table where they always sat, which had a great view of the entire club. Tonight though the club looked quite like a ghost town. Not that lively of a crowd like it usually had on Saturday nights."Whew! Things are looking a bit dead tonight don't ya think?" Stacey said as she tossed her long hair back.Sandra looked around at the spiritless people. "Ah don't worry I'm sure things will kick off in about half an hour or so." Well, Sandy I hope your right.". He was always unshaven, his hair a greasy unkempt mess. His clothes, those that he wore, looked dirty, wrinkled, as if he had slept in them. One morning Carl was on yet another errand for Dottie when he saw the young man wrestling with a very pretty but pale looking woman. It looked like he was trying to wrestle her to the ground. She was screaming at him and trying to hit him while at the same time it looked like she was trying to get away from the man. Carl rode his bicycle off the path—most. “It’s a real scorcher, ain’t it?” She smiled at me cutely as I stood up at her feet. I leaned back and reached down to pull off my shirt but only raised it to my waist before looking to her for permission. “May I remove my shirt, mistress?” She fell out laughing, her generous mounds jiggling with glee.“Oh fun,” She giggled. “Mistress. What a riot.” Derek had told me that some women loved to be addressed as a superior, like in role-play. It was uncanny how well he knew these types of women.“Yes,.