Within an hour, the club was packed, and by this time it was more difficult for them to get the space on the floor which they required for their more ...outrageous dances. George was starting to get a bit tired anyway so he left the other two chatting up a couple of women while he headed up the stairs to a large balcony which looked down on to the dance floor. There was also a bar up there, and he was beginning to feel a bit thirsty again. Having bought his pint, he headed for a seat at the front. There were several banquet rooms but we soon found the correct one. I was really quite taken aback when I entered the room. There was a band playing and sharply dressed waitresses serving drinks. Everyone in the room was dressed to the nines, the men looking rather sharp and the women quite lovely in their dresses and gowns. The old banquet room itself was extremely ornate, with large crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings. The whole effect was quite spectacular and rather. As I continued to shop, I was glad that no one else, except for a cashier, was in the store this early. That is, until I got to the aisle in the far back where the paper towels were. I couldn’t reach the size I needed. When I stretched up, my shirt caught on my nipples again, completely exposing them. “Well, that’s why I wore this top,” I thought. “Let’s see if it does the trick.” The handsome stranger noticed my trouble or possibly my tits and came over to help.“Are you trying to get. ”Carsina gasped as I pulled her down onto her back. Her round breasts jiggled. She stripped naked, too, like a good sex slave. She had dark-red nipples, looking like two ruby gems, thrusting from the sapphire hue of her tits. She was just so gorgeous. She gasped on her back. She squirmed on the ground, her body shifting from side to side.I threw my leg over her head. I lowered my pussy down to her mouth, my tail thrusting over her body. The newest sex slave gasped as I placed my furred muff.