.. and my keys are in my pocket... and both of my hands are all mucked up here. Would you climb up behind me and reach in my pockets and find the keys...?"The smile never left her face. She stood, then came around and climbed up behind me, but a step down, I guess... as her head seemed to be at about the middle of my back. "I don't remember which pocket I put them in. Why don't you try the left one first? You may need to fish around a bit. I tend to cram quite a few things in my pockets. .. good fucking fun ! Fucking being the main object !".Claire, Katie, and Me, just looked at each other in a sort of stunned amazement ! Christine reached into her travelling box of tricks and brought out a small carton. It contained cards and dice.Chris explained the rules and we started the game. I'd never heard of it but we rolled the dice and it was Katie who went first. She rolled a 4. “pick the first card and read number 4” Chris said.“Massage the persons breast or chest on your right”. I was relaxed but realized that somehow I was immobile, unable to move my arms, as if restrained by feathery weights. My eyelids were heavy and I felt a soft silky strip of material covering them. Hands were tracing my body's contours, slowly, touching every nook and cranny, caressing me sensuously. In my mind's eye, the scene was erotic, my body seemed alive with the sensations, and yet, I was unwilling to give in to the pleasure. I felt soft breath on my neck and then lips on my ears, kissing. Well the VIP room was not private at all; in fact it was very busy with couples and men all enjoying extremely erotic dances. After taking care of the attendant and settling in on large sofa, the fun begins. For the next hour this beauty of a dancer gets friendlier with my wife.The dancer begins rubbing her tits on my wife's face and sliding up and down her body! In a matter of time my wife's dress is now pushed up to her ass and the dancer has my wife's breasts fully exposed to others in the.