Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled back through a heavy sterling silver ring. Ellen was wearing a dress with a very similar cut, but sapphire blue,... contrasting beautifully with her long blond tresses. She wore her hair open, falling down in lush waves over her shoulders, with only her bangs tied back. They studied themselves in the tall mirror.“You are every bit as beautiful as your mother, Eleanor,” Ellen complimented her friend who wagged her head.“If it weren’t for those stupid freckles. "Yeah," she winked again, taking my hand. "Let's dance." I didn't have time to protest. She dragged me onto the dance floor and I tried to move as well as I could with her. There didn't seem to be any logic to our movements except that she was rubbing her breasts against my chest one moment, then the next had her back to me and was brushing her ass against the crotch of my jeans. "This is tuneless!" I shouted above the din. "It's meant to be!" she shouted back. Good God, what have I. She rubbed it on her oiled cleavage to lubricate, then started licking along the shaft, moving my foreskin back and forth. It was clear that she had mastered the art of blowjob very well.I let her play with my ball sack and suck my cock while shagging, till the latter couldn’t get any harder. Lipi was sitting halfway up the stairs, watching us from a vantage point. She had a capsule vibrator inserted already and operated it’s remote to pleasure herself.Beth had a lipstick in hand and called me. I like ghetto pubs because one usually finds a slut or two hanging outwho will submit to a well dressed man wearing a Rolex. I asked theconcierge where such a place might be and he directed me to a placecalled Club Clandestino.I napped and around 9 P.M. I took a taxi to the club. When I arrived,there quite a night life, and there were scantily dressed women outsidesmoking and chatting it up with passers by. I entered the seedy pub andwalked to the end of the bar, ordered a drink and bought a.