His hands on his fly drew my eyes downwards and I watched in anticipation as he slowly unbuttoned his jeans. The boy knew how to put on a show. Instea... of pushing them down, he toed his shoes and socks off then pointed at the floor in front of him.I didn’t need any more encouragement. Mal released my arms and I sank to my knees, grabbing the waistband of Dan’s jeans and sliding them slowly down his hips. My brain fleetingly wondered about their coordination - this definitely didn’t seem like. Squeeze-squeeze-pause.“I know it seems awful.” He let go of his other hand. Taking both his hands and putting them around hers. Perhaps increased touch increased the effectiveness of the H-waves. “But - what Ms. O’Negai and I have is - special.” His robe fell open. His hard, thick cock throbbing as he kept his blue eyes on her almond shaped orbs.Ms. Choi looked at him. She was barely an inch taller than himself. She licked her lips. Her eyes flicked down, then back up again as she caught what. Standing up straight, she turns around again, undoing her corset ever so slowly, after that's undone she threw it across the room. I didn't notice I was holding my breath until I realized I wasn't getting any air. Dancing in just her thong, she moves closer to the bed, almost close enough for me touch her, but she won't let me.Giggling, she says, "Not yet."Whining, "Why? You're tormenting me. The least you could do is let me touch you for a second."She comes close enough so I could reach my. "Pour your own, Chuck. That's the advantage of having a keg that's always full."I went back to the table to satisfy my hunger, listening to the multiple conversations from the various groups. The famous Glenda was introduced to me while we were eating. I told her how great her meatloaf sandwiches were. She smiled proudly. While pointing to the bar, she said, "My Martin loves my meatloaf and says all men love good meatloaf sandwiches. I think men just like to eat." Martin was the little guy.