I look back at Kenny; he is watching us and gives me the same finger signal from earlier. I smile back at him brightly and give him a finger signal to..., but it wasn’t my pointer finger. On the dance floor I feel great. I know how to dance and love to shake everything I have. Trust me, I don’t hold back. Dave is not a good dancer. He is struggling to keep a beat. I notice a younger man next to me trying to work his way closer to me, his eyes watching my legs as my dress rises higher as I dance.. Though my marriage put a halt to my self pleasuring it did not put an end to my fantasy of female masturbation,it fascinated me. So, when our marital sex games began to get dull, I boldly suggested to my wife that she try her hand at it for me to see. Being fully into Equal Rights, Jane announced she would show me how she masturbated only if I showed her how I did it. Ladies first I insisted. Jane sat on a yellow canvas chair, one leg up and, to feed my own fantasy, panties on. With two fingers. As she looked at him trying not to cry she suddenly felt sorry for this young boy. She put her hand under his chin and raised his eyes to face her. “That is actually quite flattering,” she smiled as she told him. His face instantly looked relieved; he looked like he had just escaped the gallows. Now she was intrigued- an interesting idea crossed her mind and she was always one ready to follow an interesting idea. “You looked like you were enjoying yourself a lot before I interrupted,” she said. I doubt if I really could have done it becauseI don't think that much escapes your sight. Now I have a question for youMy Lady.What did you do to Lady Ann? She has been my trainer for women for manyyears and she loves breaking them very much. I couldn't believe how shepraised you and spoke of you with such respect. My Lady you took my oldhound of war and made her your lap dog."I answered in the same humorous tone he asked in and said, "My King onceshe understood that I actually desired her.