I smiled back and told her the crowd are pushing, she said ''I know, it happens like that here'' and turned forward, waving the pad in her hand again.... That was all I needed to know. This woman now had her breast resting on my hand, had felt me all over her since I had been behind her here so she must have been used to my overbearing presence on her by now. I liked, no loved rubbing against her pussy but I think that might have been a bit too much for her, I settled for her deep as crack. “If you can keep a secret I’ll tell you that every now and again I do a private striptease show for Batchelor parties or Rugby clubs, but it’s always a private function!” I teasedHe looked me in the eye and with a boatload of confidence he said.“If me and a few friends booked you to do a striptease at our re-union would you be ok with that?” he enquiredI looked him square in the eye and smiled!“Of course I would but if word got out I would be furious and so would my husband!” I emphasised.“It. " Then she is gone. After another minute or two, I'm finally relaxed enough to stand and walk out of the room. I lean back into my chair, again at full arousal at the memory of her. I can't resist it anymore, and my lust demands release. I spin my chair around and open the bag I keep in my office for those lunch time visits to the gym. Pulling out a towel, I take once last glace out my office window to make sure the office is clear. I carefully lower my chair and turn the chair to face away. Did you hear that, dipshit? You're gonna be in pictures."I sat up. This did not sound good. "Please, Miss Pamela, no photographs, please, please please." Pamela: "You don't have any say in this. You are my and Alison's lackey and you'll do EXACTLY what we say. Haven’t I made myself clear?" I, I, no, I can't," I stammered. But before I finished, Miss Pamela reached out with her beautiful hand and began to expertly run her little fingernails on the underside of my hard shaft. She tickled.