“Don’t talk,” she instructed.Damn. Usually, most strippers I had ever encountered wanted to get the pricing for lap dances, or private parties o...ut of the way up front. I was very limited in funds and said as much.Again, she placed her finger over my mouth, this time more forcfully and said, “Don’t talk!”She slipped off my lap and slowly pirouetted in front of me. She spread her butt checks with her fingers and I could easily see her entire womanhood unfolding in front of me. She slipped a. Not far in, just as far as the firstknuckle, but a definite penetration. She gasped as hewent in, both of then suddenly freezing, holding stilluntil each was sure the other was happy with what washappening. ‘Yes.’ She told him, voicing a certainty she hadn’t feltonly a few moments before. ‘Yes?’ He queried, lifting his head from her breast andlooking at her for confirmation. ‘I said “yes to anything” before, remember?’ ‘So you. Both boys ejaculated three times that night, and Ed was kept busy cleaning my pussy and their cocks with his mouth. I was always careful to douche and wash out my mouth after all our sessions, so I would be fresh for Faizi the next day.The boys came to our apartment every night for the first month, and then they tapered off to about four nights a week. They were becoming experienced lovers, and they weren't bashful about telling Ed and me what they wanted from us. In addition to fucking me,. Mr. Jackson is not taking your calls..."He stopped short and screamed, "Don't let that person hang up! Is that Susan Jennings?" Yes it is," Annette Richardson replied in a bored tone of voice. "The silly thing has been calling for weeks. All she says is that she knew you in Vietnam, but she would not tell me what she wanted to speak to you about. I told her you had no interest in talking with her." You're fired!" Rick exploded. "Collect your pay and get out of here now! And if you lose the girl.