Belinda had started to cry. Tears were running down her cheeks, and her pussy was definitely leaking as testified by the spreading wet spot in her sho...rts.“Mama, what’s the matter?” Amber asked, concerned.“It’s all very well for you and your sister to come here with with your babies and tales about getting fucked every night. Your father has pretty much ignored me for the last three years. I haven’t had sex in nearly a year, and I need some love,” Belinda wailed in misery.Amber gave the two. Mark had just the right combination and I could feel my pussy dampening as I watched him hang up his wet shirt.He turned to see me watching him. "Okay now it's your turn!" he said, sitting down and getting ready for the show.I had never done a striptease before but I'd see a few on Youtube and had a pretty good idea what to do. I began swaying to the music in my head watching his face as I slowly unbuttoned my wet shirt. I teased him as I opened it just a little, just enough to give him hope. Surprise, Surprise!Paul walked towards a bar near to his hotel. He knew that Canal Street was the gay area of the city but he also knew that it was also the most lively area for pubs and clubs. And Paul was happy and confident with his sexuality so he didn’t see it as a problem. Almost immediately after entering the bar and taking a seat near the corner of the bar area a very pretty and extremely busty young lady in a black v neck T shirt practically bounced up to him with a beaming smile.. I really miss you.”It sounded like the song text of a bad pop song to my own ears, but those were the first words that came to mind. I didn’t know what else I could say to convince her. The past three days had been a living hell for me. I nervously awaited her answer, hoping for a positive one.“I’ll have to think about this, Tom,” Ilse replied.Well, at least it wasn’t an outright refusal, but I wasn’t anywhere near the safe zone either.“Please, Ilse, I want to make it up to you. I’ve made a.