She went to a back entrance (with a neat sign that said “performers and staff only”), monitored by a large polite man clearly security, and was ad...itted to a well lit, orderly office with fresh carpeting and well polished wood furniture. It was not at all what she had expected. She was introduced to Mr. and Mrs. Smith, the owners of the clubs. Mr. Smith was a well-dressed powerful looking man in his late 40s. Mrs. Smith was a stunningly attractive young brunette. Susan observed hopefully that. I didn’t even think, I just crept in and lifted the dressing gown very slightly and saw her hairy mound and the slit of her lips between her legs. Her arsehole was also visible as one leg was bent and this seemed to me more erotic and personal than even seeing her vagina. She must have sensed something because she stirred slightly and turned over with an arm raised above her head. Her eyes opened and she stared at me. ‘Oh Martin, it’s you. This headache just won’t go away, please get me some. As per the plan, I had to take off her clothes completely.I placed them on the floor in such a way that she feels that she has taken those off herself. I started by taking off her salwar. It was not a difficult task. She was opening and closing her eyes but could not stop anything. After getting the salwar down to her feet, I lift her legs one by one to remove it completely.To add some fun, I turn-on one of the table lamp. After seeing her naked legs, I got even more excited. I removed her. I was really enjoying the control, being able to just take my time to feel him inside me, occasionally bearing down and giving his shaft a good tight squeeze with my pussy.I had my eyes closed and was mewing like a cat when Uncle Phil suddenly pipped up."Jeez, I'm feeling a little neglected here." he said with mock gravity.He was standing in front of us stroking his erect cock so I pushed myself back up with my hands on Daddy's knees, smiled up at Uncle Phil, and then opened my mouth."Hell.