Laurence and I had fully choreographed two pieces of a little over 3 minutes each. They had taken many hours of very hard work in front of the gimlet ...ye of Madame Fabre to hone them to the perfection needed.Usually the sale of dance tickets was rather sluggish and the bulk of the tickets were sold to parents or friends of the dancers. It was with some amazement that all the 60 available tickets in the dance studio were sold within the first day. A delighted Madame Fabre moved the performance. We both kept our secrets, both hidden in plain sight. Hidden like a stain on a shirt, a stain you can’t seem to wash out, so one day you’re hiding it in the closet, and another day you cover it up with a shiny new jacket.Her jackets name was Kyle.He was smart. Good looking, even I could see that. He was an honest dude with principles, had been in love with Sarah for years, was just her age. As he finally confessed to her, he was walking to their meeting point with the face of a man going his. Taking out his cock, she could see that he was already semi-hard. The site of his massive cock always turned her on and she could feel herself becoming instantly wet.“Would my Master like me to ride him tonight?” she asked.“No, little one. I want to feel your pretty little mouth on me tonight, “he replied.She knelt in front of him and took his cock in her hand. She could feel him starting to harden even more under her touch and as she took him in her mouth, he became fully erect. Her head moved. When I turned back to Renette I saw that she had flipped onto her back and had grabbed the dildo, inserting it back into her throbbing pussy. As she jammed the plastic dick inside her she grunted, ramping up to another orgasm.I could see some of Derek’s cum bubble out between Renette’s vaginal lips and the dildo as she pleasured herself. She cried out as a second wave of orgasmic energy washed over her, and I knew that the amount of Derek’s sperm that had been left on the fake cock were going.