Raw deal. No complaints.

I'd been there maybe 10 minutes - 15 tops - when I was looking down past her ass at my hard dick pointed right at her quim. It was in one of the smallest rooms. Standing doggie, my pants were almost to my knees. Her panties were off. She was rubbing my dick on her slit. I'm thinking: Is she really going to fuck me raw?

The two of us had taken a private room more than a year ago. I knew she was good, which was why I didn't hesitate this time. She'd been very sensual and skilled. Licking my ears and my neck. Great hands. But fucking?

Otherwise this was (mostly) an ordinary weekday afternoon at the Playhouse. The usual suspects were there. You know ... Latinas in their 40s, maybe 50s, some maybe more. I'd paid $10 and gotten a water in return. I had a stack of singles and was prepared to hand them over, except almost no one was circulating. Several dancers were locked on the arm of other PLs. A couple were emerging from their own private room encounters.