And I know she is protesting too much as she's just jealous but you're not happy hearing it as I'm the only one you like calling you that.
We make our way outside to the car the driver is holding the door open "to the club" I say "Which club?" you ask "Oh a certain private, members only place". I push the button to raise the diveder so the driver can't see us. Again my hand is drawn to your silky thigh and further up to your engorged and wet lips, lighlty carressing your pussy I pull your head closer and we start to kiss our tongues tangling passionately.
Before long the car stops and the car door opens, stepping up to the club your arm round my waist the doorman greets us and opens the door, nothing outside hints at the type of place.
"Oh" you gasp "it's a lap dancing club".
"yes, but with some added extras which you will share with me".........

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*it's all Christine's fault