..?"He trailed off a little, I wasn't sure if he was unsure of what he was intending to say or if he was just lost in the sensation of my slow rhythmi... fucking."Oh, Jenny. I'll do whatever you say. I know you'll keep me safe."I grinned. That was exactly the right answer. I wondered if I should spank him to show him how pleased I was with him. All the behavioral psychology I'd learned in college reminded me that if I wanted him to behave like this, all I had to do was reinforce his behaviour. Up on the bench was an older man with a fairly big belly and a nice cock of averaged length being sucked by an equally naked, but really buff 30-something guy with a full beard who was standing on the floor as he serviced the door monitor. He had a broad back and big arms with sculpted muscles. His butt was round and firm, and humping him from behind him was a slightly over-weight guy in his 40s.A tall slender guy in his 50s made up the quartet. He was also totally naked and stroking a medium. Stupid, yeah. What guy wants to go dancing? That's a woman thing, and guys do it when they want to get laid. But I enjoyed it. For physical education in college and high school I had taken dance. I only stopped when Jess had told me in no uncertain terms that she didn't like it when I took her out. Correction, she liked it for about a year, and then got pissed off at you when...I shook my head, trying not to dwell on the past. Yeah, she had liked it until you both met up with her girlfriend,. It was Thursday and my wife had gone off to yoga class and laid our daughter in our bed with me as she did every week because she didn't like her being alone in her crib."There was something just not right about the relationship between my father and I. At age fifteen I finally ran across his memoirs after two years of sneaking around his office. After dousing my mother with health questions I confirmed her yoga schedule many years ago and came to the realization that I am not now, nor have I.