Game - private question, public answer

Getting a blow job from a woman I had only just met a few hours earlier while my friend and her friend were in the back seat cheering her on. Oh and I was driving down the freeway while she sucked my cock.
 
It's not in a club...oddly I havent been in over 30 years! But in class she takes frequent breaks. Moves around the pole. Doesnt climb the pole. Tries, but not really. She is relying on the sticky leggings, gloves, and boots to get her up instead of Actually Using her muscles. Ugh.
 
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"fuck, knew that would happen!" :ROFLMAO: :ROFLMAO:

Those were my thoughts, feeling a little annoyed as normally I'd get away with it haha.
I'd seen her checking the earlier customer, but figured since they normally dont check me, it would be the same this time. unfortunately not. lol.
 
its very fun! I dont get the compliments irl that I might get here. I dont wear my underwear out in public. Im older now...it feels nice to be seen in a flattering way. Not a creepy way...but just..."thats lookin' good mamacita" kind of way.
 
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So few asking and so few answering too—why??? Come on, get your courage on every one of you lovely people!
I agree! Just as a friendly reminder though, words from the OP:

A game for a fine Friday afternoon...

Rules -
1. Volunteer here to get a question in your pm from someone
2. Post the answer in this thread but you're not allowed to say what was the question or who asked it

Now y'all are seasoned pervs so I don't have to tell you how you can avoid asking too private questions and still keep it naughty/fun
 
I like it the most when its a slow build-up, he's a litster too... though I dont think he's been back here since we met. ;)
 
Another question... trucky to answer but I'll give it my best shot.

The scene is tense, the red and blue lights flash through the plate glass windows painting a kaleidoscopic mural of light and shadows across everything and everyone in the bank. The gunmen who had once stood defiant, guns raised now lower their weapons in the face of the hero. Not a single punch thrown, no bullets deflected against impervious flesh or fantastic armour only a few words spoken. The gunmen looked across the terrified faces of the hostages, their eyes filling with tears as they drop their weapons. Faultering, sobbing, they whisper the same words over and over: "I'm sorry."
 
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