You know I would never forgive myself and Madame Layla would kill me if I could not show you a good time."I stood up and took her hand, pulling her up..."Let's just sit down and talk," she said. "I enjoy that, honest." I am sure you will enjoy dancing even more," I said, moving toward the sound system.I set up the CD player for a quick song, to get us going, followed by a series of slow ones. I acted as if I did not notice her tits jiggle to the music as we danced to the quick song.As we danced. “Tammy, come back to bed, please. I love making love in the morning.” I stood rooted to the spot, too embarrassed to say anything. I felt like a child caught with a hand in the cookie jar. “Yes, Tammy, why not join Shelby back in bed?” Dave offered with obvious enthusiasm. “I'll just sit over here in the chair and watch.” I turned towards Dave and he smiled encouragingly. I was tongue-tied, struggling with a mass of emotions running through my mind and body. Before I could even decide what to. There was one hell of a scandal brewing in the aftermath of the discovery. The house he had lived in had been purchased by a wealthy career State Senator. The utilities, phone and other household expenses were being kept up by this same politician, who denied any knowledge of the man, despite the house and the money trail that had eventually led to his reelection campaign accounts.We knew he was probably innocent but couldn't think of any way of getting him off the hook that wouldn't result in. Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.”Mistress Miller gave him a slight bow then led Kim to the tables. She handed Kim a couple of towels and signalled for her lay them on the table. The doctor had followed and on a table besides Mistress Millers, close enough that Kim could comfortably reach out and touch its top, signalled for the boy he was leading to do the same. Then, as if in a dance, Mistress Miller and Dr Pauling dropped the leashes they were holding and swapped places, giving.