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Wonka walked in front of her latest tour group. Her wide hips and ample ass bounced and jiggled with every step. Her skirt was so short it just barely covered her panties. Amber hadn’t been able to keep her eyes off Wonka since the tour began, even now she was struggling to ignore the heat between her legs as Wonka walked in front of her.

Walking into the dimly lit club you motion over to your friend to grab a seat right in front of the glass stage.  The slight scent of expensive cigars and liquor is in the air as your friend nervously pulls back the two red and black chairs, sitting in the left one and looking all around the room as he adjusts his collar.  "Hey Tom, how about that girl on the stage huh?", you call over to him as you slide into the seat on his right.  Nudging him in the direction of a rather generously curvy stripper spinning around a pole on the middle of the stage, her huge breasts swaying a

“Health specialists are warning people of possible new virus that may be harmful to humans. As of this time we have no information on weather this is a virus that has evolved or if it’s an extremist weapon” informed the radio announcer.

Of course, this was missed by the sound of eggs frying in the kitchen of the Taylor house hold as Beth Taylor made breakfast for herself and her daughter Lucy.

As usual Lucy was not up yet. No matter how much her mother told her to set her alarm for 7am she never did.

Jack smiles as he applies pressure and loud squeaks of rubber fill the room. The woman pleads for him to stop and he just stares into her fear stricken eyes as he applies more pressure. She screams for him to stop as she races toward explosion and something dark inside him smiles. His heart pounds in his chest and adrenaline courses through his body.

Suddenly a hand grabs hold of Jack’s shoulder and pulls him away. Trent’s voice screams, “What are you doing?!”