Every weekend, the man watched Roberta dance herself off at the pole and the dancefloor exhibitions and thought the dirtiest fantasies about her. Rand...lf wished to have her all by himself, at the dancefloor, rubbing her leather dress against his body, touching and feeling his cock getting aroused by the beat of the music and by her luscious moves on him, and then doing her right there on the dancefloor.Well, that rubbing had to happen in the ‘physical world’ and it did, as other stuff happened. He ignored Bena’s own question. He couldn’t answer it even if he had wanted to.As he finished his return question, he gave up. He discarded his mangled memories. He pushed away any though of meetings with Deia masquerading as Bena. He ignored memories of taking a fireball unscathed. Attending the Time of Remembrance with his family – even with Ardt. And with people he’d ... had he really killed all those people?He shook his head in irritation. All of it didn’t matter. Even if he was touched in. They left us alone for all of thirty seconds while Daddy went outside to check the grill and Mom went to the washroom. “Nice socks,” he said, looking down my legs. “Does this mean what I think it means?” It did, in fact. My kneesocks used to be a quirky item I liked to wear around the house to keep my feet warm, but ever since Levi had spotted me pleasuring myself on my roof that first time, they had become much more than that. They were now a signal to Levi that I was ready to fool around with. ."The kneeling housewife had no such thoughts of her own. Her attention was now fully concentrated on the magnificent black throbbing penis she now held in her trembling white tiny hands. She was trembling because although she was totally under the influence of the hypnotic commands that swirled around her that she was still sufficiently aware that this cock which was at least four times the size of the thing that her fat husband possessed. It was a beautiful sight and her trembles came from.