At the moment she raised the microphone and asked… “where’s my birthday boy?” The crowd screamed, a bunch of men in the audience jumped, shout...ed, desperately vying for her attention… she looked around as if this wasn’t already decided before locking eyes with me…My heart dropped…I felt like I might throw up…Could I really go on stage and receive a lap dance from my ultimate celebrity crush and fantasy that I’ve stroked my meat to thousands of times? In front of over ten thousand people no less?. Without hesitation I went back to work with the same gusto. I began to improvise, alternating speeds and circling her clit with my finger. All the while she squeezed me tighter and put her free hand up to her forehead. “ooh, oh god! Shit that feels good! You’re a, uh, natural Greggy! Mmmh.” I was emboldened by her praise and pulled her into me kissing her wildly. She returned that kiss, her eyes clenched shut and her face contorted in pleasure as I played on her clit. After a few minutes she. Why couldn't she work me in for at least one hour? I had tried to set up a time to talk with my own wife and she had made me feel like I was just another prospective appointment. My stomach was in knots and my mind was spinning as I left for work.After I arrived at the shop, I decided to do something I had not done for some time. I went to a florist in the mall and asked them to prepare an arrangement of one dozen roses. I said I would come back around noon during my lunch break. At 12:05 PM I. The rain is still falling but I don’t care. I want you and you came ~ nothing else matters. You lay my jacket on the ground and I kneel in front of you as I undo your trousers. I bury my face in your boxers and smell your body, so sweet, so familiar. You run your fingers through my hair, holding my face close to your groin and I can feel the blood rushing through your veins as your cock swells against my face. You put your hands just under my arms and lay me down… You start to open the buttons.