Just a little background information that I got a bit carried away writing. Ive been working the pole for almost three years and Im still not tired of... it. I love the looks men, and women too, give me while I dance. Desire. Need. Absolutely craving. Sometimes I give them what I want. Others I dont. One night in particular a man named who I later learned was named Ray caught my attention. There was something about the way he watched my hips sway and ass shake that made me hot. When he walked into. Happy or not though, new life or not, I needed to deal with what exactly the hell had taken place. I sat down and methodically tried to list what I knew and what I suspected.First and foremost. On that damn night, I had obviously had sex with Ivan. That was the only night I had sex in weeks and it never happened again. Therefore, Cliff was conceived that night and by my husband.Therefore, Ivan's claim that he had not see me since we were dancing together was bullshit. The night was muddled, but. Turns out I miscalculated a few things and by the time the hook bottom was firmly on my pelvic bone my g spot was being pushed waaaay beyond its normal location. I slowly let myself down a little more, nervously putting more weight and widening my legs. Breathing control was difficult and another thing I didn’t account for, my bladder, was really getting pushed. It felt more like pulling forward then up and the ball end was cramming my bladder so hard it felt like I had to pee but…different.. Taylor looked like actor Cam Gigandet but with dark emo hair. He stopped fingering her to take off his shirt and reveal his washboard abs maintained by lacrosse play. He worked her pants down and resumed the expert fingering prompting her to suck that dick. She quickly discovered she had no chance of deep throating the whole thing. It was too big and she lacked the experience but she gave it a worthy effort. Before long, she wanted that dick in her pussy. She stood, stripped off all her.