She was a hoochie coochie dancer, I was a mere glass collector. Sure, she had flirted with me before. But asking me to adjust her brassiere was a step up and totally against the rules. Now my hand was quivering as she pressed my palm between her decolletage. The flesh of her breasts were so soft. I felt a tingle of pleasure as she turned and traced her fingers up the lining of my skirt.
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