But then he figured out why. The bartender was always the one in charge, so sharing the tips meant they wanted the dancers to make as much as possible.... Of course, part of their job was to keep things under control, and to keep an eye out for the local police or liquor control agents. Lee never got booked there, Darin knew why. She was certainly pretty enough, but being short in the upper body department, she didn’t fit their scenario. He knew that pissed her off some, but there was nothing to. I've been masturbating to the thought of her since I walked in on her getting out of the shower 30 years ago.She wasn't mad or embarrassed, just grabbed a towel and told me to knock next time. Over the years we've made little innuendos to eachother. Since I've moved in we've both been doing little things but never coming out and saying anything. It's been a game we both have been playing.I'd pass her in the kitchen and made sure I brushed my cock across her ass. She'll wear short shorts or a. On that Friday evening as she slipped out of her fur jacket and walked towards me in the bar many heads turned due to the skin-tight red cat-suit that she wore underneath. It was a little chilly outside and her stiff nipples were standing out beautifully from her young firm breasts, which looked huge but complemented her slender curvy figure perfectly. Her mane of glossy dark brown wavy hair tumbled around her shoulders but it was the lovely camel-toe effect caused by the tight fabric hugging. She smiled wide and laughed a little. "WHAT?!?" I freaked out a little, my pride a bit hurt. She suddenly grabbed it around the base and squeezed, almost painfully, her fingers barely making it all the way around my cock. "It's fucking FAT!" she jerked me off very slowly a few times, pulling a large drop of precum from the tip, "wow, that's a monster. I've never seen that much come out of one before." I was stunned, I could hardly do anything but watch in a stoned stupor as my little sister.