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I tell you, even on his birthday Mason buys me gifts. This glitzy western shirt was for tonight. Soft sweaters are more my style, but it was Mason’s birthday, and if he wanted me in tight jeans and high-heeled boots, then that’s what I was wearing. I tucked it in and he asked if I was ready.“For what?” I asked.He loved to be teased, but tonight the tables were turned and he was doing the teasing. He grinned and I pushed my chair away from the mirror and switched out the lights. He escorted me to his car and drove us to his favorite Café.Mason cajoled me into undoing the top button of my shirt after a young waiter had dropped a tray of drinks ogling me. Mason’s eyes gleamed with excitement. It was all part of his game. I smiled and walked my fingertips up the buttons, then flicked the top one open. The one below it popped apart, too, from the weight of my breasts. Not surprisingly, our water glasses were filled frequently from then on. A bottle of wine accompanied our steaks, and afterward, Mason pinned Kadıköy Escort me playfully against the side of the car, got me all hot, and then let me slip into the passenger seat.We drove to the outskirts of town and I began to think about what Mason might want for his present, once we got home.Colored lights spun at our next destination. Mason took me very possessively by the arm as we walked into the bar. A country group was playing and the lead singer winked at me as I wiggled my bottom into an empty chair.We had a great view of the stage. There were a lot more guys than girls in the crowd, so I got lots of looks. Mason ordered drinks for us as the band went on break. Two guys began to clear the stage. I wondered what they were doing,“It’s for the girls; you’ll see,” he whispered in my ears.Three hung guys at an adjacent table grinned at me. I ran my finger down my tall cooler glass. Rivulets of moisture accumulated on my fingertip. I raised it to my lips and Kadıköy Escort Bayan caught the cool water droplet with my tongue and felt my nipples harden.The lights dimmed. Spotlights illuminated center stage. Four girls pranced into view, then slithered down among the audience. A petite, well-endowed blonde made her way toward Mason. I glared, but he pushed a ten pound currency note into her waistband.As the girls returned to the stage, they had their outfits full of currency notes. As the show started, I leaned toward Mason and whispered that I could do even better. That was the evening’s turn.The first act cleared out. The announcer grabbed the microphone and my attention picked up as he called for female volunteers from the audience to participate in a wrestling match. Mason had a big grin on his face. I realized this was my chance to give him a memorable birthday present.I didn’t think anyone had heard my boast, but the guys at the next table began pointing Escort Kadıköy at me and chanting, “Here’s a volunteer!”I slumped in my chair, having second thoughts, but the rest of the audience picked up the chant. Mason then pushed me toward the stage. What could I do?“How about a hand for the brave lady?” the announcer asked as I mounted the stage.The crowd complied and I started feeling good about my decision. Only one other girl was onstage, the little blonde who had come on to Mason.“This should be a piece of cake,” I thought, eyeing her small frame.The announcer explained the rules. We were no sooner in the tiny pool than the girl hooked my legs from under me. I slipped, bounced on my bottom, and the next thing I knew, I was pulled out into the middle of the oily wrestling ring.My jeans and shirt were soaked. It was slicker than ice. I rolled to my stomach, my hands clutching for anything. My breasts slid along the oily plastic floor, turning my shirt transparent and sticking it to my jiggling tits. A moment later the petite blonde was on top of me.I couldn’t believe her strength and dexterity. Several more buttons popped open, displaying my sizable chest as she rolled me on my back. I tried to push her off, to no avail, but seconds later the announcer rang the silly bell, ending the round.

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