I love to dance." I think him on behalf of all the men here. I would worry about letting you go alone." Well, he has nothing to worry about. I'm very ...appily married." Of course."We were up to dance and down to rest for the next couple of hours. We danced more Salsa, Cha Cha and Rumba. He started with basic stuff because he had not had a chance to watch me dance to assess my level. But he was so good: he led so well, and it was so sensual.If you haven't been Latin dancing, you probably can't. I can see through the crack in the curtains in one of the windows. Mr. Adleson sits in his recliner, watching TV, eating popcorn, the only light is coming from the television giving him a faint blue glow and strobe effect while he eats. Not a care in the world from the looks of it. The argument must have been on a show. She may not have told him. My curiosity is killing me now. What is she doing? I check each window until I see her in the one behind the house. This is the kitchen. I've peeked. I was just about to pass out when he finally relaxed his legs from around my head and I finally managed to get my gagging under control and catch my breath. Finally spent, it seemed, he back up and slid his cock out of my mouth, all covered and dripping with a mix of his cum and my saliva. I gasped a few times still catching my breath. I swallowed and asked, "Now can you get me out of here?" "Sure thing," he answered. He put his shorts back on and then started digging around me. This pipsqueak got under his skin, but the very gutsiness of his actions intrigued Trenton."All right, I'll bite." he said, "Ten thirty, Tuesday morning. This had better be GOOD!" Yeah!" Phil exclaimed, looking over the revised list of principles, "That's really good! But how do we make them stick to these?" Kick their asses!" Walt grinned, "Isn't that how this whole discussion started?" Well, maybe," Phil temporized, "but we really need a carrot and stick approach." Yeah, you're right." Walt.