3. Another came up for me to suck off, then carried on chatting to my friend4. We went into the main cinema to watch the stripper, who was actually ve...y good and sexy5. The stripper put her head under my skirt and had a good feel, in front of the whole cinema, which was full.6. My friend took me into a private room - we chatted and he spunked all over my face and blouse7. My friend told me to go and find more men, so I did.8. One guy latched on to me. He wanted a private room, but we had to. I took my coat off and hung it up on the rack and made my way out of my laundry room and headed around the corner into the half bathroom off of the kitchen to splash some water on my face. "Holy shit." I gazed upon myself in the mirror and find a dark blue spot on the front of my yoga pants that now expanded down the inside and front of my thighs four to five inches. "I have never been this wet in my life, I look like I've pissed myself." I brought my right hand down to my vagina sending a. I let the skirt drop to the floor. As I bent down to pick it up I heard a slight gasp. I realised that I had given the lad opposite a glimpse of my panty-clad bum under my blouse. My panties were white cotton high cut and would have let him see a good portion of my bum and bending over would have accentuated my long legs. I felt a little thrill that he seemed to like what he had seen. Straightening up, I began to unbutton my blouse. I knew that if he looked closely he would be able to see the. It might be a waste of time, but ours is to do or die, not to question why,” Mike answered.Chang looked at Mike with a puzzled expression. He asked, “What does that mean?”“What?”“That thing about doing or dieing,” Chang answered wondering if it was a threat of some kind.“I just butchered a line from a rather famous poem,” Mike said.“So what does it mean?”“It means that we have a job to do, so we do it,” Mike answered.Shaking his head, Chang walked away saying, “I hate American poetry. No one.