He nodded for me to meet him on the dance floor. I went to him and he reached around my waist, pulling my hips toward him. We moved together, our swea... soaking through our clothing. His hands rested against the small of my back, my ass, my neck. I took in his scent – musky and masculine.As we danced, our movements became more carnal. His hand moved up my back pulling me closer to him. I could feel his hot breath against my neck and his lips at my ear as he whispered, “I want you, stranger.”His. Quite a few anyway." Men and women?" Of course." Were they all topless?" Most of them." Like ... uh ... how old were they?" The women you mean?" Uh huh ... the teenage girls ... girls my age ... were they topless too?" Yeah, in fact it was mostly older women that weren't topless. I would guess that any teenage girl that had anything at all to show off was topless." Were you with anybody?" Just Daddy." Your father? ... he was with you?" Sure, he took me there." Your father? ... and he didn't. I said ok as it was nearby. After they reached home husband messaged in whats app group saying they both really enjoyed my company and hoping to see me again soon.I said sure.. As all were tired,everyone went to sleep as it was already past 1 am.So 2-3 days went like this and suddenly one evening I got message in group , Hey Soma, why don’t you come to dinner this Sunday. I said sure..then he said he can pick me if I want but said no need I can take uber. They shared exact address.Finally. Veryfunny."I was in the back yard of a house I was unfamiliar with. I stuck tothe bushes to get my bearings and soon found out I was at the palatialmansion of Salvatore Gamboli himself. Not only that, there was a bigpow-wow going on among all the remaining big-wigs of the family. Therewas a line of expensive cars in the driveway and well-armed thugspatrolling the grounds to make sure no uninvited feds crashed theparty. This information I overheard, by the way, from two of the goonson guard. I.