“What you’re doing is … it’s horrible!”He reached beneath her coat and slid a palm onto her warm smooth thigh, below the hem of her dress. �...�What’s horrible about it?” He kneaded her flesh softly and her breath quickened under his touch, face flushing in parallel. “You love fucking, you and teacher. I mean real fucking—hard and dirty and full-on. You both took time out from your boyfriends so you could get some. Tonight’s more of the same, that’s all.”Christina fought for words. She was. Maybe it is because I am showing it all off to a whole new group of people or maybe it is the naughtiness of it. I'm not completely sure why it is so thrilling to me. It might be partly how much it excites my hubby and I love turning him on and being his extreme slutwife.I quess I just answered what my mood is. I feel slutty, sexy, naughty, like a bad girl, and so much more. I love feeling the freedom of being naked. Not only the heat of the sun, the coolness of the breeze or water, just how my. I wondered what Tim had said.When Christi finished, she blew a kiss, wiggled her assand disappeared off the stage. She never once smiledduring the show. With her lusty look who would need to.It was not surprising that Christi won. She finallysmiled when the club manager gave her the $800 check.Christi had managed to get dressed before thepresentation. I still couldn’t believe how sexy shewas. To my surprise Christi walked over to our table whenthe presentation was over. Without hesitation. " There must be a law that every ballet instructor’s name is “Madame." In this case, “Madame Tyser” was a rather unfriendly looking person, and her glare froze her students in their tracks like deer in headlights. She walked around with this stick that she used to tap out a rhythm or beat that the “girls” executed their moves to. You could tell by the scowl on her face that she wasn’t pleased with anyone’s performance this afternoon; but one girl in particular earned more than her fair share of.