'She's surely not going to want anything more than a dance lesson with me, ' he thought.Well, in the minibus last night she'd consented to taking danc... classes. He'd promised to make the arrangements, so he'd better get on with it, he mused. 'Time passes quickly enough with my woolgathering.'Finished with his breakfast, he rinsed out his bowl and mug and set them to drain. He grabbed his phone and dialled the dance studio.After a few rings, he heard Belinda's cultured voice, "Hello, YB Dance. My mascara was starting to run down my cheeks. He pulled off, “Ohh, bitch doesnt like sucking cock?” “No I do” I responded feebly, “but-” before I could finish he grabbed my hair, pulling me up and throwing me on the bed. “You like sucking cock, eh? Well I guess that makes you a slut. I’ll show you how a slut gets fucked!” He pulled my thong down around my knees and started probing with his dick, just rubbing against my tight ass. “Good thing you’re messy when you suck, my cock’s already. Other than masturbating almost obsessively, Bo had never been touched by a female before. And when I went into Carl’s that day as Chris, I had no idea that we would start talking. It just happened, and thankfully we did end up striking up a friendship. But I did not try to do so, it just happened.”“Yea, I can see what you mean now. In fact, if you had not owned the craft store and we gotten into the conversation about beads and the like, I likely would have never said much more to you and we. The girls had really done a fine job with everything and now I washung out to dry. "I..I..I... don't know anything about the missingcostume! Minka and Leigh, tricked me with some marked cards, and... and..and then they dressed me up in this dress! I don't steal underwear aroundhere!" Miss Hastings then opened up the door and bellowed out to thewomen. Follow me ladies and bring miss priss as well." With firm grips Iwas led out of Leighton's dressing room and right down the hall to mytiny room..