12 Dance a striptease to the master

A look of embarrassment came over my face.

I wasn't willing to do a striptease to a man, but I was even less willing to mate with him. Besides, my pussy hadn't rested well and it still had some pain.

After some thought, I decided to dispense with today's mating for the price of a striptease.

Just like the speech on stage, I could treat him like a cabbage. I said this to myself.

He sat lazily on the couch, his hands folded together, his eyes signaling that I could begin.

I had no choice because he was my master.

I opened my blouse and posed in alluring and seductive movements using the techniques I had learned in class.

He kept his face impassive as he stared at me, scanning my body from top to bottom.

I wriggled like a snake, showing off my sexy female body to the fullest.

One by one, the clothes left my body. I couldn't even dare to look him in the eye, I could only look elsewhere in embarrassment.

When I finished the whole dance, I was left with only a pair of panties, standing in p