She spun for him and she spun for herself. She heard Charlotte howl her approval at her from behind. The atmosphere was electric as other dancers howl...ed and whistled too.Each of her steps were so light it looked as if her dainty feet barely touched the floor. Every time she spun, her dress flew up and gave everyone a cheeky glimpse of her panties. Some of the time she danced like this, and other times she danced closer to Scott, grinding her pussy into his knee. Her panties were soaked.Later. We headed into our first nightclub and the guys eyes lit up seeing older women dressed like cock starved sluts, we got loads of attention and guys were buying us drinks everywhere, after a few sambuca shots and a few more clubs we headed into out last bar. Now this bar was known as a black mans club as it played heavy R&B tracks and hip hop, bare in mind my first black cock was a rough experience I was on the look out for a more gentle guy this time. But after a while in the club there wasn’t. I started feeling hard in my pants looking at her profile further. Finally, after returning form an office party, I opened one beer for myself and while scrolling through my FB thought of taking the risk, I pinged her and to my wonder she replied instantly. Here’s the chat:Me: HeyShe: Hey, how are you?Me: I’m good, thanks. How are you?She: I’m great yaar. So what are you up to these days?Me: I’m working at this MNC in Gurgaon. What about you?She: Oh, wow that’s great. I’m working at a company. The blackmail came first." I see your point," she said. "I'll see you at seven this evening and it wouldn't hurt if you wore a tie."Bradley wore a tie but no dinner jacket. This time they had dinner and two bottles of the hotel's best champagne. They sat close to each other in a secluded table away from the bar. She kissed him deeply and passionately, an embrace that had her hand between his legs.He said, "Let's finish this upstairs," She pressed her hand harder on his bulging groin, and they.