“Dance with me?” He asked, though in reality it wasn’t a question, but a command. He led me onto the empty floor. It was strange as everyone els... seemed to suddenly be on the edge of their seats, and Laura was sitting next to Eamon, urgently talking to him. Apologizing? Tyson held me, an arm around my waist, the other around my shoulder. I felt his bodies heat. I came then. Just him holding me made me come. Not one of those mad screaming orgasms, that I only dreamed of, but a quite, soft. On the other table, Andre moved to Carol's thighs. His hands would sweep from the back of her knees to just touching her slit. Once Andre had finished her legs he started on her ass. His hands lingered on her swelling curves. His fingers went between her buttocks. He briefly inserted a finger in her tight hole. Neither of them said anything. I could almost feel Carol sigh. Andre's loin cloth was bulging with an erection, and he asked Carol if he could take it off. Carol said, "Yes, yes.". Your hard nipples are on my chest, you bend down and suck my nipples, lightly biting them, and as you do, I cup your breasts, squeezing and playing with your nipples. Your breathing changes, you come back to my mouth and kiss me fiercely. My hands are on your ass as we kiss, my hand in your panties, fingers moving between your butt cheeks, searching for your holes. You have always loved Daddy’s hands on your ass and exploring. You have never said “No” to itYou move to make it easier for me as. "Now smile."Defeated, he smiled weakly, and I snapped a second picture, a tradition I have continued to this day, a faggot's first facial. I complimented, "You look very good with my cum all over your face."He looked down, ashamed at what he had just did. I pointed to the floor, "You missed some."As anticipated, the cum-craving faggot, leaned down and scooped my cum with his finger and put it in his mouth. I smiled, "You love my cum, don't you, faggot?"Although his red cheeks displayed his.