He went to her room soshe could help him work on his make-up for a club night.They walked into the bar together and got a lot of up and down looksfrom... the guys. Some of the women moved closer to the men they were withwhile others gave them the look women have when they are judging thecompetition.Cassie led them to the bar and ordered drinks. It was too loud to carryon much conversation and after sitting there for a couple minutes sheagain took charge and dragged the others to the dance. I had no idea what to say or where this conversation would lead.Or could lead. “Like a stripper or maybe even a flasher might get a thrill,” I suggested. “No!" she answered firmly, quick as a flash. “A stripper is in control. They’re saying 'I can turn you on. I can walk over to you and turn you on whether you want to be turned on or not just by taking off my clothes.' The stripper is in control. I was embarrassed. It was more like a child being punished in public. Humiliation. Almost the. ..Andy...fuck...me"The begging tone in her voice had a great effect on him, and he flipped her over on the bed, her arse sticking out in the air. Her fingers went to her clit, just supporting herself on an elbow.He slid his thick cock in, feeling the tight sides of her cunt, where his girlfriend's tongue had been just minutes earlier."I love how thick your cock is, it's filling me baby. Can you feel how tight I am for you?"All Andy could do was grunt and slap her arse hard again, fucking her. I swatted around, trying to find something to hold onto and caught myself on a dusty branch. “Hold on to that,” I pointed above him. Jamie grappled the gnarled root that dangled over his head. I steadied my eyeballs on his waistband, bent over squinting like I was trying to read the fine print. Jamie had to catch himself before he fell; he needed both hands to hold on as I tugged at the waist of his swim trunks. I didn’t even get ‘em down good before he sucked in air like I’d just stabbed him..