“Sorry,” Miranda said to Syd, glad at least she had finally been honest about it.Syd didn’t reply verbally, but just smiled as if to say, it was... okay.The two women were silent the rest of the way down to the lobby. Late as it was, Miranda really wasn’t tired and considered calling Carrie, and her other best friends, Charlotte York and Samantha Jones. Then she remembered they had gone to a house warming party over on the West Side. Calling Skipper was also a possibility. With his puppy dog. Being in my late twenties, I wasn’t exactly chopped liver, but I wasn’t tight like the dancer. Few women were. Still, I could definitely understand why she was his favorite. I waved to her when she left the stage and she came straight over. Brad groaned and I laughed. He knew what a mischievous little wench I can be. “Can you do a table dance for my hubby?” I asked, a little surprised at my bravery. She smiled and nodded and we both looked to Brad who was blushing brightly. “Teri,” he blurted. YES!!" She let out a big scream. I didn't let her catch her breath. I kept fucking her and started squeezing her ass cheeks to the point where she really noticed. "Yes that feels good. Don't stop doing that." I gripped her ass like I was hanging on the side of a mountain trying to save my own life. I could see the red marks developing. She loved it, and I kept doing it until her third orgasm, as promised, came to fruition. "Oh my God I'm cumming. YES right there!" I pushed her back downward. "I'm perfectly happy with what I have right now," he said still chuckling."So both of these little pets are yours?" Roberto asked."Sure are," Evan grinned proudly."Well they are simply dee-lish! Almost makes me wish I were straight, almost! How long have you had them? I don't remember ever seeing you at the Dungeon."Evan told him he had known Cheri a long time and had recently meet Pam. Naturally Roberto knew Pam from way back."I must say our little Pamy-puss is looking simply ravishing! She.