He would have me so turned on, gasping and moaning uninhibitedly as I withered sensuously all over the bed. Enrique talked explicitly, telling me how ...great it was having his mouth on my pussy. Enthusiastically he’d lick my throbbing clit until I was screaming in ecstasy. As I bucked wildly in a fit of total sexual pleasure, he’d be holding onto hip to keep me in place. Reclining back on the bed, I’d spread my legs as wide as I could in an attempt to give him better access to my waiting pussy.. My hand slides quickly under my skirt, running lightly over my panties, feeling the beginning of my arousal. I slip my fingers under the panties, stroking my pussy slowly. I hear the door open, and you have returned! I can’t think of an easy way to extricate my fingers so I take the glass from you with my free hand and quickly ask you a question about the stars. As you look toward the heavens with their exquisite display, I slide my fingers out, bringing them quickly to my lips… ‘May I do. My private life and my public life do not overlap. No one will ever hear from me anything that happened. But if you ever want your pussy licked again please call me first.”We all laughed, and all faces turned to me. “Brittany, all of your secrets are safe with me. But I have one special request. I want to be invited to the Victory party.” Again, there was laughter all around.The rest of the lunch went well. We talked about Brittany’s plans and how she would be a great Mayor. Part of me was very. I actually never had a problem with this before. Having a "dance" feels a lot better for the guy, and even the girl with basketball shorts or sweatpants. I think the owner knew this. But I didn't let this ruined my night. I came prepared. So we went in like usual, we scoped out the place. It was Sunday night so it was pretty dead. My friend was pretty drunk at the bar at the end of the night. (He had a pretty alcohol problem at the time) I didn't bother drinking at all. Before we "danced" with.