She was alarmed, too, to feel herself getting aroused again. She had hoped that masturbating in the mall toilet would satisfy her, but Laura had an extremely hard time looking at two japanese pretty women lezzing off without her pussy responding. She had to catch herself a few times when she found her hand moving as if of its own accord toward her twat with the intention of stroking it. Edgar noticed her doing it anyway, and mentioned it the next time she came over. "Hey, Laura the Slut, do you want your masturbation break, or do you want to get up on stage and give the customers a show? Because those are the only two ways you touch your pussy on work time, remember?" Laura blushed. The idea of getting up on stage appealed to her briefly, mostly because she desperately wanted to be close to the two sexy women with their faces buried in each other's snatches, but she was not remotely enough of a slut as to volunteer to masturbate in front of strange men. "I'll take my break," she said, and vanished to the toilets to satisfy her pussy. As before, the toilet doors didn't have stalls. Laura just picked one, sat on the seat, and began frantically fingering herself as she had done at the mall. She wanted the taste of cunt in her mouth - like Bethany's had tasted, or like the girls on stage must be tasting right now - so she regularly brought her fingers from her pussy to her lips and licked the honey from them. It tasted good, and she came quickly. When she came back out of the toilets she thought everyone must know she had just masturbated. Her face was still flushed and her nipples were engorged and her cunt was still wet with juices despite Laura's best efforts to wipe it with her hand and then lick her hand clean. But no one commented. There were two new customers - two women, at the same table. Laura hadn't seen women customers at the strip club before but she assumed the procedure was the same. The girls were pretty, one blonde and one a redhead. "Hi, I'm Laura and I'm a slut," she said to them, leaning over to let her swollen breasts hang down. "I like showing off my body. Do you like my fuckballoons?" The girls giggled, in a cruel, mocking way. "What a slut!" said one. "Yes, we like your fuckballoons," said the other in a patronizing voice. I try to count the blows to de-focus the pain... but I stop after the 21st blow. You’ve been with other women?” “Oh nothing, I was just wondering. “Wow that was awesome.” I don’t know who said but the others all agreed. Shannon said she wanted to stay and if I wanted to do something, she wanted to be the one. “I’ve heard that many times, from many different women.” She joins me at the table with drinks. Grunt and Flendian caught hold of my flailing wrists, and Hacksaw pinned me atop Mistress with a firm hand to my tailbone. And he IS proud! “Someone like your mom. “Sorry, Angela,” Sara said, stepping forward as I stepped backward into the house, “but I don’t take any chances.” If Sara had chanced a look upward, she japanese would’ve seen Bianca plummeting toward her like a golden missile, but Sara didn’t see Bianca until the Valkyrie crashed into the middle of Sara’s squad, the wind of her wings sending all ten of them sprawling. “Son, you don't know—” Its christmas eve and last night in bed we watched interracial porn like always and she played with herself and wouldnt fuck me or touch my dick for that matter.