They were swirling, and she could feel the swirling in her stomach. It felt good. So good that her hand resting on her knee skimmed up her thigh, and ...he sighed out in desire. An epiphany hit her. She looked desperately around and spotted a door with a small window out at the far end of the bar, she wound her way through dancing supes frantically, and pushed the door ajar, stepped into the narrow hallway and shut it behind her, there was only small light in the hallway, and stairs to the. Feeling the loss but still feeling the old hand still there.Dancing was the most sensual art in the world. The most beautiful and the most lustful, as well."Does it upset you, little one, to have me touch myself this way while you dance? I love ballet and, you have to understand, it is wonderfully pleasing to see your poor dancer's feet. They have been through so much becoming a wonderful dancer. Come here. Let me rub your feet, precious."I smiled and went over to him on the sofa. I sat down. . oohhh... Y..yess Daddyyy". I was almost incoherent as I twitched and squeezed more. 2 last hard slaps drove me deeper still. I was on fire, the pressure building more and more as I moaned and mewled. In that moment, I felt how in-over-my-head I was getting, and I cursed myself for being so unbearably excited by the thought. Something in me was breaking like last time, but now it was going to be worse.Then, the blindfold came off. Four more men surrounded me, naked, hard, eyeing me like a. Turning my back to her, I removed my shirt, kicked off my shoes, took a deep breath and lowered my shorts to my ankles, stepped out of them and jumped into the pool.The cold water of the pool sobered me up and I wondered what the hell had gotten into me. I looked back over my shoulder at Aunt Jane sitting at the table, there. She hadn't moved; she wasn't even directly looking at me. She might have missed the whole thing."Now, what did I start?" I wondered. I swam around in the pool for a few.