"Do you want a private dance?" Rachel whispered in to her eye."Only from you babe, you know that." Turning her and smiling at her.Hearing this Rachel ...grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the club and down the side of the alley. With the rain coming down, Rachel took Jo in her arms and started to kiss her, the rush from the strippers was still in Jo and doing this in public made it even more exciting. Jo got lost in the kiss as Rachel allowed her hands to playing inside of Jo's pussy."Not here. But not rough in any way. “Okay, that’s enough” she said after about one minute, tops. I was shocked. Why had I paid extra for 1 minute of this? I felt bad that she was so uncomfortable, yet oddly I was turned on by it. She got out a condom and rolled it onto my stiff cock. She leaned over and started sucking it. It felt incredible. Little young girl, sucking my old cock. After every few seconds she would make a gagging sound and stop. I’m not that big, so I can’t imagine she was choking on it.. In the center of the room was an enormous, canopied bed held up by stout wooden columns. Each column was carved into the image of a man or woman. Two writhed in silent pleasure. Two appeared to be in acute agony.“We can work on that,” Amber offered with a shrug.Laying on the bed looking unhappy in a swath of bandages was his Beauty. Her smile was enough to make his wounds hurt less.“Welcome home, Lord...” Amber paused and looked at him. “What do you wish to be called? Lord Logan?”He thought. There was no more vanilla sex in our lives now. My husband was a sex machine and had sex with me every day since finding out I cheated on him. “Ellen, we have to go. Come down stairs now!” I hurried and put the dress on that my husband bought me. I slipped on the heels and walked slowly down the stairs. My husband was quite pleased on how I looked. The dress was a white halter style dress that was a micro mini. I was wearing white thigh high stockings and white pumps. My husband just looked.