’ ‘This is true, she is very good with her technique but she has no heart. The true flamenco feels the rhythm inside, she has no need to count the...beat. My sister she counts the beat, and that is why she looks so good.’ ‘If that is so, why does your father allow her to dance instead of you?’ ‘Because that is what the patrons want to see, perfection, and with them, that is what they get.’ ‘I wish that I had the talent to be able to dance.’ ‘How do you know that you don’t?’ ‘Believe me I don’t. I. Knees spread wide." When Kathy was suitably arranged for Vicki, she then indicated, "You may lubricate that plug with your mouth or cunt. Its up to you. Just get on it." Vicki then settled back and prepared to enjoy the show.With tears welling in her eyes at being made to humiliate herself like this, Kathy brought the plug around behind her and began rubbing it up and down the length of her slit. The tremors in her hands soon calmed and moisture quickly formed on her pussy lips as she continued. The two things that pleased me most; was that I now got to feel the twitching glutes as my hands rested on his butt cheeks, and secondly, that Mikhail seemed to be in no hurry.I got flooded with gratification as he leisurely skull-fucked me. I also couldn’t believe that I had got so lucky and began to wonder how far things might go with him.I was brought out of my reverie when he asked, “Are you in a hurry to get home?”I then uttered a decisive negative mumble.“Good,” he replied as he merrily. There were exactly twenty-one seats in the coach area of the plane. He had worked most of the night getting the plane fixed up for the meeting and hoped that his point would be taken by the other members of the board.The board members entered the plane not knowing what to expect. The looks on their faces as they were lead to coach seats were priceless. Ed was enjoying himself tremendously as they tried to fit in the narrow chairs with hard cushions. Once they were seated, the ‘fasten seat belt’.