That night Sally danced her heart out on stage in the PussyGalore, one of London’s trendiest and raunchiest strip clubs. Being naked on stage as the... embodiment of the horny men’s best fantasies became a therapy for her. Dancing made her forget about her troubles at home and made her remember why she enjoyed being naked on stage.The place was buzzing with an excited capacity crowd and the music pulsated through her veins and throbbed in her clit. The whirling-coloured lights, her dancing. She'd slide back up his cock as he lifted and back down as the wings came down. Six inches of cock were therefore fucking in and out of her. She had cum a half dozen times by the English Channel and was in constant orgasm by the time the crossed the coast of France. Norbert was shooting his third load of cum into her and she looked over the edge to see the overflow of sperm falling away to the ground."I hope that doesn't land on anyone's head," she thought as she continued to convulse from her. "Very nice, Boss Man," she giggled. "I like it very much."I lifted her skirt, yanked down her panties and grabbed her by the back of her thighs as I pressed her against the door. Her legs parted as I moved into her and my throbbing shaft found her wet opening. We groaned as my cock pushed into her silky wetness and I began thrusting as her knees pushed tightly into my waist. I held her up as we fucked against the door and continued kissing until I felt her legs dropping down. I pulled out and. “I went inside of myself.” She offered him her crooked smile. What could he say? It was just a matter of how she was simply taking care of herself. “I missed you.” It was kairos – the rightness of time and place that brought them together. She was too quiet and he was too loud. He was too petty, too quick to anger, too slow to forgive. And she was too forgiving, too literal and too harsh on herself. Yet, every morning she woke up a blank canvas, unafraid to add color to whatever wondered into.