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my fantasy continues....

... the wet of you is still on my fingers as we leave the lounge. But we're not going to the room, not yet. As you enter the cab, you don't know where we're going, but it doesn't matter. In the back seat of the cab, your skirt rides up slightly and I pinch you lightly as I play with the tops of your stockings until we get to the Lancaster.

Inside I tell you to sit at the bar, order you a drink and take a seat and watch you. A couple of guys hit on you, you let them "accidentally brush against your breast" but you don't go any farther with them. As I pass by you to bring you another drink, I tell you I want to be able to see you and then sit down directly in front of you.

You feel a bit shy, but you cross your legs, adjust your stockings and when no one is looking lick your finger and bury it inside yourself. You're getting into it, almost so much that you don't notice the dancer I've sent over. She tells you to come upstairs with her. It's been paid for.

You return thirty minutes later. I don't know what went on up there but can see the smear of the dancers red lipstick on your cleavage. I cross to you and tell you the cab is waiting outside...