I had no idea we were seeing male exotic dancers. These very muscular guys came out and danced and took their clothes off. Gina and Nadine were scream...ing for the guys to take it off. In all the times I'd been going to strippers I'd never seen guys go so totally nuts as the ladies were over these guys. One guy was down to a G-string dancing with his crotch just over Nadine's face. She whispered something to him and tucked a $5 bill into his G-string. He looked over at me and came over and. Some justified it to themselves by voicing the belief that she was an illegal immigrant and therefore deserved only to be fucked. Iris couldn't be bothered to tell them that as far as she knew, not one of her ancestors had been anything other than English. Perhaps there was some Welsh and Scottish blood in her, but she was sure that wouldn't make her any less English in the eyes of clients who still believed that Britain and England were synonymous."Although I'm a Scot," said one client whose. .. an old phone booth. Well, it was a little bit more impressive than that; Around the back and on both sides of the booth were massive computer banks, looking like something out of the sixties, and all the glass of the phone booth had been replaced with sheet metal. Rough cut and slightly singed sheet metal, to be specific. It looked like touching the booth door wrong could easily give you tetanus, which is probably why there was a handle glued onto the door, recycled from what Roy assumed was. Tegan continued her fucking, in fact faster now, and I was not afforded any post-orgasmic respite. “Because you weren’t quiet, I am not going to let you rest,” said Tegan. I quivered with each thrust and Tegan spent a couple more minutes fucking my anguished cunt, before finally withdrawing the fiendish strap-on and then untying my poor tits. “Get off the bed; you are going to lick my cunt and asshole now. You are going to do it well and you are you going to do it until I satisfied,” said.