He was dressed in all black, with a Bolero Jacket and skin tight pants that flared at the ankles. The castanets clicked, the music got louder and the ...ancers got more erotic. The Gaucho would take his partner and bend her over between his legs and press her into him. I could almost hear Joans scheming erotic mind. When the dance was over there was a lot of applause led by Joan. The Gaucho held out his hand to Joan. She walked towards him, her hips swaying and took his hand. The music started. “Frank Dawson, please.” he asked. He was put through to the manager.“Dawson.”“Reg Robertson here. That explosion that just happened? I think it would be useful for the police to know that James Fitzgerald was an explosives nut, don’t you?”He listened and said, “Glad to hear we are on the same wavelength, sir. Goodbye.”He turned to the girls. “He thought the same way, and has mentioned it to the police, as a possible avenue for exploring the cause of the explosion. We have done what we can, so. And I wanted to be dressed up by mum and be a whore for him as well. So we were soon down to our pants our cocks were stiff his was bigger than mine much bigger and like me he was circumcised his purple bell end was poking out the top of his pants. My little cock still in my pants. But it was not my cock I was interested in. I would take care of myself after he'd gone. All I wanted was to have my first cock his in my hand touching it rubbing it wanking him hard. I wanted to have it in my mouth. I am drawn to you. You are exquisite.’ He said. ‘My name is James,’ and held his hand out. I looked at it, feeling a bit foolish. After all he said all those lovely things. I took his hand and wondered at how strong it was and so much bigger than my own. ‘Alisandrea,’ I replied, feeling a bit more comfortable. He took my hand and turned it palm up and kissed it. I shivered from the feel of his lips and jaw. Most men have rough faces but his was smooth. He trailed up my thumb and sucked it into.