What kind of money are we talking about?" I got $200.00 to spend. I figured that would get us a few dances, get the man of the hour a lap dance, and m...ake everyone happy." That sounds fine to me. So your friend likes blondes? What else is he into? I mean how should I dress? Does he like costumes or should I just dress regular?" Costumes?" I asked."Yeah you know, does he like the little schoolgirl thing? The hot secretary type? That sort of thing." Oh no, I don't think that will be necessary.. I shivered, again. Minutes passed … I had no idea how many really as my body reacted to all the stimulation as they performed their strange, obscene, and very erotic and stimulating hand-job-fuck.I was being pummeled by hand and cock. My head and upper body had collapsed to the table, my ass obscenely presented to them for their use. And use they did as I felt him stiffened and jerk and pulse in my ass and her hand, sensing the same, began stroking faster and more firmly as he fucked harder. I added a filter and bought the link back up. I knew itwouldn't be long before Matilda worked around the filter, but it gave mea few minutes breathing space.I dialled her PDA. "Matilda," I said rather sternly, causing others tolook up from what they were doing. A few of the American's giggled,knowing that their rather loveable, but naughty friend, had been bendingthe rules again. "I'll be in our usual computer classroom in fiveminutes. Your presence there would save everyone, especially you, a. “I asked to see his bottom and when he showed me I wanted to experience it too – for my own issues, perhaps,” She said softly.“And what issues are those, my dear?” Mrs Jensen reached for her cup and smiled before taking a mouthful of coffee.Lucy stared at the table and sighed heavily. “Smoking, I guess.”“You guess?” Louise repeated. She detested smoking and had already noticed the ash tray on the table with five cigarette butts in it.“And my weight.” Lucy looked down. “I try to be good but just.