His old business partner Snarley had taught him these values, and although Snarley was now long dead, Chyooge upheld them firmly.On this bitterly cold...Christmas eve, in the office of his business, his clerk Miss Bobbi Crotchwet was reminding him forcibly that he was rather alone in his lack of interest."Oh, I can't wait to get finished, sir. I'm going to go out and snare some handsome young thing for me and the missus to screw senseless 'til boxing day. Pick up some burly dock worker to pound. Teeth feasting into your fluid-coated lobes, I devour you like a starved wolf while you are seeking places to clench your fingers into or scratch open with your nails sharp as razors. Your soft flesh between my lips, I guide my tongue on its exploratory travel, savoring the feel of your swelling folds yearning for my touch. Hungry for your copiously flowing secretions, I find their source and regale on them, turning your most sacred place into a barely recognizable attention-aching mess.Just. He knew what a mischievous little wench I can be.“Can you do a table dance for my hubby?” I asked, a little surprised at my bravery. She smiled and nodded and we both looked to Brad who was blushing brightly.“Teri,” he blurted out.“You come too,” the dancer said with a cute high pitched voice that didn’t really fit her tall lean body. She meant me, so I blushed as well and she took my hand, and led us to a special area they had in back. The booths there had a curtain and she ushered us into. I did a little dance with my feet crossing one leg over the other back and forth as my orgasm built. Doing this only shifted my bullet more and that fed the orgasm that I was desperately trying not to have. “UH.. .. UH…. Aaggghhhh” I moaned as softly as I could as I felt my orgasm crest. It was small compared to most of my orgasms and I did squirt but not that much really. I felt my fluids splash on my hand and a few drops dripped on the boardwalk as embarrassed as I was it could have been much.