"Oh Stacyand I will be fine," Monica said slowly walking towards the immobilizedMike. "As will you...just in a much different capacity."Mike felt Moni...a's hands on his naked body and tried desperately tomove. "What did you do!" he said as he felt Monica's hands make theirway down to his balls. "Listen...listen..." Mike said desperatelyfearing what Monica was going to do. "I didn't mean it, I swear!" hesaid pitifully as Monica slowly started to rub his dick."Oh Mikey boy," Monica said slowly. In a while, in a minute, in an instant, the dam will break. Surely itwill.I can't.I can't.Not this, surely not this.But before I can lift my face from you, I feel your hands cupping myface. Palms cradling my chin, fingers fanning across my cheeks, theirinfinitesimal flex raising me so I look into your eyes, so you slipfrom my mouth."This is the way this works," you say. You're panting almost, as if youare trying to catch your breath. "We can dance here, again, along thistightrope. And dancing. It focused on Maxine’s fingers as she released the clips of her panties on her hips and slowly pulled the fabric from between her legs. Mike zoomed in and captured her blond curls between her long, slim legs. She slowly turned around. On hands and knees she mounted the red bed under the studio lights. As the camera panned in she opened her legs wide, exposing in detail her blond pubic hair and long slit in the middle. She had lost weight since we spoke weeks ago. Her body was not model material. He was a tall light-skinned Jamaican, wearing a pair of khaki shorts, bare-chested. Carol was wearing a light sundress, pantiless and braless. We got in the backseat and were ready to go. During the ride, I was caressing Carol's legs and lifting her dress up. The driver was watching in his mirror and grinning.He let us off at a huge outdoor market. They were selling everything: fruit, T-shirts, pipes for weed, nearly anything you could think of. It was teeming with people. We wandered.