Cheyenne had her fans who sat at their tables near the stage watching her strut her stuff across the stage. One fan never missed a night and that was ...oger, a tall, thin man with dark brown hair and brown eyes, who had fallen in love with Cheyenne the first night he saw her dance. She looked directly into his eyes and she slowly removed her clothes as if she was making love to him up on the stage through her eyes. He never felt such a burning desire deep with in his loins and had decided that. Wearing a two-piece outfit that was little more than a black, fringed bra and a short, short skirt, she relished in the attention her gyrations were garnering her. I knew I could never have her, but it tripped a switch in my mind to when I was 18. I went back to the night I lost my virginity and the night that, for all practical purposes, my marriage began.Even though it happened back in the 1970s, I remembered every detail, as if it were yesterday. I had finally talked my dancing beauty Gina. She waved to her lieutenant and Abigail excused herself before crossing the room to Mistress Superior.“Hey Abby, I need a favor.”“Sure. What's up?”“See the dipshit behind me with the two women on the floor?”“Yeah. Who's that?”“Master Dominic Steel.”Abigail snickered. “Seriously?”“Yes, but not for long. I'm taking him to the convent basement for rehabilitation. If you could collect those two young ladies and make sure they enjoy our refreshments? Then find someone reliable to watch them and come. . When she noticed us looking at her she stopped what she was doing, turned on her heels and stormed off the porch."Damn, the first fuck outside our marriage and I get caught. I'd better go." I said. Turning to Michelle I gave her a kiss on the mouth. "Thank You guys. That was absolutely the best sex I've ever had. And I think everything's going to be okay over at my house. It may just take a while." I explained."I hope this isn't the last time we do this Jeremy. And I wouldn't worry to much.