” I’m working on being less garrulous, less chatty. I might seem more intelligent. Or could maybe pass for it. Plus, I listen better when my yap i... shut.I paid a visit to Dempsey’s first. The place is not related to the Dempsey’s burger joint in Westport. Just one of those many unimportant coincidences that crop up in every case. In life too, I guess.Like QuickStop Dempsey’s was just off 63rd, a main east-west drag. There were around 20 gas pumps, about a third of them currently dispensing. He was tall and very muscular and you could see the huge bulge in his pants across the dancfloor. He told the others to step back and they began to dance close and hot. he had his hands all over her and at some point noticed the missing panties. I could not see his hands, but her expression said everything... he must have found her pussy with his fingers and certainly giving her a good time now. He whispered something into her ears and she came over to me. I don't know if the guy knew that we. As Tori got up she rubbed vigorously her red blistered bottom. It really hurt.It was normal for her mother to spank her out in the van at the dancing facility. Usually these were given when Tori was out of sorts and was not concentrating on her dance moves much less her singing falling down in a sit spin gone wrong. Her expensive silk panties from Bloomingdales affectionately known as ‘Bloomies’ didn’t save her butt that day. It still throbbed as she sat down a little too hard in her rocking. I was just wearing joggers, my mistake was not wearing underwear, although my cock is only small the fact I was rock hard was obvious. Trying to hide it I asked how he was, ‘fine’ he said before looking at me funny and asking ‘Are you hard?’. I shifted to hide my erection, chuckled and said ‘Uh what do you mean?’ He looked at his phone and typed for a few seconds before replying, ‘well it looks small but like you’ve got an erection. Bet it’s tiny.’ I felt embarrassed at the comment yet got even.