We were waiting for Mercedes’ latest recruit for her dancing school. She told me only that it was a woman she knew from the dance troupe who was als... retiring.Mercedes had retired from touring after an ankle injury, and a lengthy recovery. The injury was severe enough so that while the injury did heal, the ankle was never again going to be strong enough to withstand the constant stress of on-stage dancing plus the enormous number of hours of practice. So now she taught, and she was having a. Who shall I say is calling?”“My name is Allison Terry. Ms Calloway should be expecting my call.”“Of course. Please hold.”The voice at the other end of the telephone was softly spoken. Allison couldn’t help wondering if it came from one of Ms Calloway’s clients, pressed into service as her receptionist.Ms Calloway’s voice on the other hand was brisk. “June Calloway, how can I help?”Allison tried to imagine the person on the other end of the line. June didn’t sound like she was lounging on a. Was he having doubts?? I thought.,he sat beside me, silent as if in deep thought. Time for action I thought, I had felt his bulge and pressed my face against it ever so briefly and I wanted more; I had to let him know that's what I wanted and more!! He sat silently beside me sipping his cold drink, I could see he was excited, but deep in thought; possibly reconsidering the position we had created. Here goes I thought and with half my drink still remaining in my glass I removed it quickly from. I found myself in a kind of daze as I remembered what had happened, how she looked as I watched her cum, the hunger in her eyes as she watched me taking a piss. More than once the images took such a hold on me that I was forced to find some time alone and wank myself off furiously, it was all-consuming.At work the following week I went through the motions, hoping that I might see her, catch her eye perhaps, just to know that I didn't dream the whole thing. But it wasn't until the Thursday.