Father fucked daughter the best day I continue to gently squeeze her breasts for a while. She takes a step closer to me, her eyes locked on mine, and I can feel the heat emanating from her body. The lady behind the glass collects my money. “Angela, the dancer who just danced for you, would like to know if you want a private dance,” she says more slowly this time, leaning down slightly to give me a good view of her cleavage. The bouncer stands at the door and lets me know, $40 to get in. I look around to see if anyone is coming over in my direction as my hands are still cupping her breasts. “And if I accept, what is in it for me and what’s the catch?” I ask. Souls don’t have feelings… They look up at me with wide eyes, their faces free of makeup and full of innocence. Like me, these kinds of clubs are a dying breed. Her hands wrap around mine, her fingers intertwining with my own as she gently pulls them towards her chest. I hesitate for a moment, is this really allowed here. He’s younger than me, with a chiseled jawline and a confident air about him. “You can give them a little squeeze. My heart beats faster in anticipation as she teasingly pulls the straps down her shoulders, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her breasts.
