It would be her Mistress.” The lights got even more dim and bright lights came up on the stage. An extremely beautiful black woman in a white catsuit very much like what Shelly was wearing walked out to the middle of the stage. She was apparently the Mistress of Ceremonies or Head Mistress... or both. “Mistresses, Ma’ams, and slaves,” she began. It wasn’t until she spoke those words that it sank in that there were no men in the club, only women. She continued, “Our first display is a wager between Mistress Luann and Mistress Kiara. Mistress Luann thinks her slave, raven, is the best pole dancer in our club. Mistress Kiara, however, thinks that her slave, madeline, is best. Your vote will determine the Oiled winner of this wager.” She paused, looked around the room, and then said firmly, “Remember only Ma’ams and Mistresses may vote.” I leaned over to Shelly and asked softly, “What’s the difference between a Ma’am and a Mistress?” It was Margi, however, who answered me... more or less. She gave me massage a really strange smile and said, “It all depends on who’s moving and who’s on top.” Shelly gave her a very stern look and said very softly, “A Ma’am is an independent woman who knows her own power. A Mistress is a Ma’am who exercises power over another woman... or man.” “Thank you, Mistress,” I replied. Then I turned very red. I had called Shelly Mistress. I would have to be careful with what I drank for the rest of the evening or I would totally lose control. Shelly just smiled at me and said, “You are so precious, Precious.” I tried not to look at her. Besides, raven and madeline had come out onto the stage and were standing next to their poles. Both were totally naked and from the way the lights reflected off their skins, both were heavily oiled or greased. The music was unfamiliar to me, but it was loud and had a strong, swaying beat. There must have been some agreement as to who went first because raven stepped back and madeline grabbed her pole and began swinging around it with her feet on the ground. After just a few minutes she had one leg bent around the pole and was swinging faster and faster with her other foot right at the bottom of the pole evidently pushing her along. Then suddenly she flipped herself into the air and began circling with her body fully out from the pole. When she let go with one hand, everyone in the place gasped, but their gasps turned to applause as she twisted her body and placed her hand back on the pole about three feet higher than she had been. She did this several more times until she was at the top of the pole. She was losing momentum and her spin was slowing, but she somehow kept her body almost straight out from the pole. As she slowed almost to a stop, she suddenly seemed to lose her grip on the pole and began falling. It looked like she was going to crash headfirst into the stage, but somehow she was able to regain control– or perhaps she had never lost control– and curved as she reached the floor so that she came sliding out indian onto the stage on her stomach with her hands held high above her head as if she were flying. As her body slowed, she brought her feet up under her body and brought herself to a yoga sitting position so that she was facing the tables at the front of the stage. She then bowed low with her face touching the stage just in front of her crossed legs. The applause was tremendous. Margi disappeared from the table and when she returned, she was carrying a small tray with six champagne flutes on it. “Waitresses can’t come out during a show, but there’s no rule that says I can’t go over to the bar.” She smiled, held up her phone, and said, “Besides, I texted an order over to the bar for pickup as soon as madeline finished her portion.” Silk was finally finished so she turned to Michael and waited not knowing what to say. I hugged him tight, clinging to him as he spilled the last drops of his seed in me. My pussy writhed about him. My orgasm flared to life as his prick was press-fit into my asshole. “Oh, this is incredible,” she moaned. Another door on the opposite wall. Our tongues darted around each other. Oiled She shuddered, her hips wiggling back and forth. ‘Screw it, you only live once’, I thought. Besides the fact that what Candice said about having a dick shoved up her ass. “Yeah I guess sir, but I’m feeling a bit woozy.” She laughed. I’m usually pretty good at telling time, but I could have sworn that five minutes were up at least seven times while I was kneeling waiting for that timer to ring. We have tried a wide variety of methods to garner their attention whether male or female. • Outer sex only. For then few minutes he slurped her pussy until it seemed empty it wasn’t, but she knew a lot more would be leaking out later. “And, we're just having some drinks, playing some pool, having fun, and catching up with each other. That night I again went to the internet to search out sex and found that same animal site now fascinated with the content knowing full well how sick it was. He had a second one but he preferred this one, the red one, so it needed to be clean and dry before he left at 9:30. He squeezed her cheeks, “As much fun as this?” His cock was strong with youthful vigor, he pressed it against her crotch. I woke to Leona tickling my ear with a blade of grass. Since we weren’t where Mistress Gloria was, we both thought that maybe we could take some time to do what we wanted to do. her ass while we hugged. She realized by the light stubble she felt that Richard had obviously shaved his pubic hair within the last week. She took over the trapping and fishing and used the smoking equipment to smoke items for their own use and for sale. “Cali! Then Katin opens her mouth and put her tongue out, that the tip of her tongue touches her own chin. She was lucky; she was getting some at least, what is a man to do when his wife is away. Girls, are any of you in the mood for a nap?” They all perked up, always happy to crawl in bed with me and indian snooze. “Okay.” “I love eating my brother's cum out of a woman's pussy. She grinned at him. We need to speak with her, Clartias. AND EXCITING! We finished dinner and when Kyle massage finished relieving himself in my mouth, we both retired to our rooms to rest. Deana fucked me hard. No, my dear. "Hey there, I'm Katie!" a cheerful voice said. She was wearing a pink tank top with little straps. My ovaries drank in the sensation of plunging again and again into her juicy snatch.