I don't like clubs. That limits my opportunities to dance.One of the things I dislike about clubs is that they're noisy and crowded and it's difficult...to hear what anybody is saying, including your dance partner.On the other hand, the difficulty overhearing other peoples' conversations can be a distinct benefit.I came alone, so I had the burden of having to ask women to dance. While I'm shy, that isn't a problem for me. My dancing is compelling to many women. I'm relaxed, I move as the music. Takes his pants off - his cock presses by her face, her nose – lowers her head and gets his balls over her hair. His hands goes down to her nipples – squeezing them tightly. She squirms. Sly picks up the rope and wraps it around mouth, gagging her. Jacob was about to see what was going on when the door was banging again. “Who the fuck is it this time” Mumbling to himself. Opens the door, sees three leering faces. It was Greg, Rick and Jack. Greg lived in the flat next door – he simply had. I would slide in deep and then suck really hard knowing the effect I was having on her as she tried to cut off the bl00d supply to my boner with her clenching cunt. The stroke, suck,squeal and repeat pattern we developed was heavenly. Her keening was music, it had depth and emotion such to bring a grown man ( with his cock firmly grasped by her sucking pussy) almost to tears. I would thrust like a man possessed for 5-7 minutes and pull out before going past the point of cumming. I would wait. He slowed his pace and tried to think about something else, but he couldn't. He was so consumed by this desire, he knew he had to tell her. Suddenly, almost as if in a dream, he started to say to her the words that were to forever change the course of both of their lives. "Oh Cathy", he began as he pushed his cock as far inside her tight pussy as he possibly could, "I want to watch you fucking another man..." He had actually said it, or to be more.