As she moved to the beat I could just see up her skirt and I stared at her blue panties just making out the outline of her hard cock. As she danced s...e slowly slid the the sides of her top down exposing both nipples, she licked her fingers and rubbed her nipples lightly as her hips moved back and forth in rhythm. She positioned herself above me while she kept dancing and caressing her nipples. I kissed her inner thighs over and over tasting her skin as I worked my lips to her panties. I leaned. “Excuse me?” I asked confused.“No excuses, I’m Madam Ater and I can make your dreams come true.”Madam Ater’s fingers flashed a silver card in front of my nose and instinctively I took it.“Uh, thanks. But I don’t believe in magic.”“You will. If you decide you don’t want to be a twenty-four-year-old virgin come see me at my shop, the address is on the card.”I blinked attempting to keep my eyes on Madam Ater’s eyes and not the breasts inches from my face.“Magic huh? Prove it.” Jeremy snapped from. It sent jolts through her, the cold liquid causing her nipple to stiffen more, she gasps and smiles to herself, dropping the bucket to the floor and sucking the spoon clean, she rubs the ice cream over her nipple, twisting, teasing and flicking at it, moaning deeply, then a second thought comes to her. Lifting her legs up into the air she grabs her panties and slips them off, the crotch sticking to the moist lips of her pussy she throws them across the room, grabbing the ice cream bucket again,. His name was Mike DeLucca, and he told me he was in charge of everything. After I'd introduced myself, I carefully inquired what "everything" might be."You read my ad, didn't you, honey?" "Yes." "Then you ought to know the story." I'd appreciate it if you'd explain in your own words," I quietly insisted."Sex, honey, sex," he said as though he were addressing a retarded child. "Do you want me to spell it out for you? S-E-X." "DO you mean like research?" I asked hopefully. "Something scientific?".