Four girls, not one of them could have been over fourteen, had been lashed together with bondage tape. Someone had gone through the trouble of finding...four slaves so alike in looks that they could have been quintuplets. They were inverted and suspended, their legs spread wide, lashed ankle to ankle and wrist to wrist so that they formed a sort of human box. They had been gagged and blindfolded. In neat calligraphy across each ones stomach was a description of a fondue dip. Upon closer. I happen to think that I am a pretty good dancer. Travis proves quite capable too. Leslie however is one bloody terrific dancer. First I dance with him and then Travis does. When Bill Haley's record "Rock Around the Clock" is played, the three of us dance together and we go wild. Shit, we are good enough for American Bandstand. Well, Leslie is anyway. The whole crowd is in awe and are clapping and cheering him/her on. After that song, when we are on the floor with Leslie individually, we get. She kept my hand on her breast and told me to feel it if I want. She unhooked her bra also and stood with a naughty smile. Then suddenly she started unbuttoning my shirt and she removed it and then she felt at my trousers and she felt my erection.She whispered in my ear that I am naughty and telling I did not want but was fully prepared for it. she removed my trousers and I just stood there shocked. She embraced me tightly pressing my erection on to her belly and in one action she removed her. Steve walked over to the wall between the shower heads and pressed my back against the hard tile. I reached up and grabbed hold of two of the fixtures to take some of the weight off so he wouldn't have to hold me up and was rewarded by feeling him begin to slowly slide his hard cock in and out of me in a very measured, very sensual pace.This time there was touching and caressing. Not by me, I was hanging from the shower-heads, but Steve's hands were all over me, exploring while he slow-fucked.