The Maker had brought Nathaniel to her, somehow – she’d just have to trust that he had some reason for it.She ducked out of the tent flap, her hip...s protesting the movement stiffly; looking around surreptitiously before stepping into the open, she felt foolish after the discussion they’d had. And then she stopped and turned back. They were running late, but there was one more thing she needed before she could start her day.She ducked back inside as Nathaniel buckled the last of his armour into. I told her that I would love to do this again sometime, and she told me when she would be working. I knew this wasn't the end of it. I saw Chelsea at the strip club several more times after that. It was difficult to stay away. Sometimes I'd get a lap dance; sometimes we'd go back to the private area. On one or two occasions more she let me cum in her pussy. She always enjoyed teasing me with stories about her adventures with my daughter. I discovered that Abby and Chelsea had entertained. I resisted kissing him back. “Okay, play hard to get” he said, “I love a challenge.”Before I knew what was happening he grabbed my nighty and tore it from my body leaving me completely naked and exposed to him. I protested again “No Troy! Stop!”He laughed and pushed me back against the nearby kitchen counter. My resistance was melting. I go crazy for forceful men and he was being more forceful than he’d ever been with me. I shook my head in protest, still pleading “Please stop Troy, we. As if he knew the moment she was aware of him, he softly cupped her breast. Curling his hand around it, pressing his fingers into it. Rubbing them all over the round, firm mound. Running them over her nipple, which hardened to a nub in an instant. She gave a soft hiss as he focused his fingers on it. His hand on her leg moved round to slide along the front of her thigh. Moving up and down, each time reaching higher and higher. Until she felt his fingers brush against the top of her pussy. She.