It was like a circular expression of love, and I was the lucky one in the center.Instantly the conversation that I’d had with Maria last night came ...back to me with crystal clarity. I’d pulled her aside to let her know that I was still mad and hurt over what she’d done to me, and she’d begged for my forgiveness. My ex had tearfully looked up at me and said that she’d do anything I wanted if that would help to begin to make it up to me. So I’d told her that I wanted to be the first man to fuck. Then in walked in a friend of mine Mark, with his little brother Jake.I had never meet Jake, and I wish I had. He was gergous, He looked about 14. He had dark red hair, almost brown. It was shoulder length, messy, and uneven. He had a piercing in each ear, diamond studs. He had beautiful, big blue eyes. Think eye lashes that made his eyes pop. He wore a grey hoddie, with an emblem on it, and a hat underneat it. He was wearing tight black jeans, but not to tight. I believe he was one of those. Jim wanted that so much that his dick ached. He returned to her front and pulled gently on the shoulders of the corset. The corset was visible to her waist, where there were petticoats around it.“The petticoats,” she said.“Then take them off.”Bridget didn’t have a choice. She removed the petticoats and brought them to the closet. She draped them over the crossbars of two hangers. Finally, she removed the corset and draped it over a chair. She turned to him in her camisole with her face. I wrap my left hand around the pole, swaying my body to the music. My left leg wraps around it tightly and lets me glides around the cold steel. I glance down and see about 50 or so guys watching me tonight. Resting my ass against the pole, I lean down and trace my legs with my fingertips to the sides of my G-string panties, slowly pulling on the one side, while the other hand continues up to my perfectly rounded breasts. I massage my tits with that one hand, slowly tweaking my nipples,.