“What's going on?”I asked.“Did I not tell you that until i'm satisfied, you will be my sex slave for the next 24 hours.I tried to pull out even ...arder. But my penis grew stronger inside this women wet, moist walls. “ Desires awaken,”I said trying to fight my way loose.“What a dirty boy. Trying to use you power on me.”“Damn right! Now let ....”My head started to get fuzzy, my hips started to move on it's own. “Wha... What did you do to me.”I asked.“I see you finally took the bait. Like brother. The band struck up some slow dancing tunes, so we returned to the darkened dance floor. She slid into my arms, pressing her substantial chest into mine. This had a significant effect in my trousers with my long fat cock uncoiling within the confines of my undershorts.After a couple of dances, my cock was now in constant contact with her lower body with her tits pressing hard into my chest. My hand slipped down to cup her ass. Her head rested on my shoulder as we danced slowly together."I love. I was in the mood and assumed the only way we could safely dance was with each other, the guys being our business associates and all. So off we went. OH MY GOD! Was I ever caught off-guard. Linda was all over me like syrup over hot pancakes. Not in an overt/obvious way mind you, but I could feel the heat if you know what I mean. It was a fast dance, but she would swing in close, touching me briefly, making eye contact, and the message contained in her gaze was unmistakable. At first. By the time she reached the final gate, she was close enough for her cell phone to work, so she called her father and had him call an ambulance. She told him to instruct them I had both a staph infection, and was a recently returned Iraqi veteran, suffering from a full-blown malaria attack. The ranch was so far out, by the time she was driving up, the ambulance was just arriving. They immediately started IV’s, plus gave me much stronger antibiotics than Susan had in her medical kit. Susan rode.