Elton John's "Tiny Dancer" just seemed to fit.She followed me into my living room, zipping around leaving sparkling trails in the air. I decided that ...er light show was worth playing in the dark.As I started playing the clear, soft notes of the song, she began to dance. She flew gracefully around the room glowing brightly, her colors changing with the notes. As she danced, she began to sing. She didn't bother with trying to use the words. She wove music with her voice, playing it like an. "You have two rules to remember sissy if you don't want another slap.Number one, always do as I tell you, when I tell you and number two,don't speak unless I ask you something; understand?"I wasn't sure whether it would be advisable to verbally answer him so Ierred on the side of caution and just nodded my head in submission.JOHN.Shock and awe was the order of the day, I needed to overcome any sillyideas of resistance she may hopelessly entertain from the moment Ientered the room. I had seen. He had to be careful not to actually drool. Katya could feel the older man's desire, and she traced the outline of her pussy flesh with her finger. She watched him, noticing that his eyes never strayed from the finger, watching it slide down one side, then up the other and then stop at her clit. Katya rubbed her button, and was surprised by the bolt of pleasure it gave her - there truly was something special about this guy. She felt herself moisten. "That never happens at work," she thought,. She is wearing a brown jacket and dark-blue jeans. The jeans are tight enough to accentuate her body curves and her long legs. She is tall and possesses a reassuring shape that’s still sure enough to turn heads. Her shoulder-length hair is tied in a bun behind her head. Her lips are thin and except for the redness of her lipstick, make her seem as if she’s always pouting. She walks with an unhurried gait across the wide drive-through space in front of the supermarket as she makes her way with.