It backfired. I ended up dancing with a black girl, she was about six inches shorter, and ten years younger than me. Her accent marked her as local. S...e had incredible moves and seemed to lose herself in the music. When the song grew more intense, her hands found their way to my hips and she moved in close to me. Her hands on me, she directed my motions and we were dancing together. Swaying together, her leg moved between mine and she began grinding on me. I flashed my wedding ring and shook my. ..”He pushes himself up against me, his fingers speed up just a little bit as they blend strands of my hair.“Mmm—oh ... oh yes...” His whisper is so faint, perhaps only to be heard by himself.I slowly transition from a gyration to a straight up and down motion so that the back of my head comes to a stop at the tip of his cock. I press down with several short, milking strokes before slowly rolling my head back down his hard shaft. My heart jumps. I think I might have heard my name.“Oh yeah. ” She didn’t wait to hear his affirmation that the collar appeased his feeble sense of submission, sneering as she watched his cock bob in salute to the lush feeling that his balls were now exposed and rudely displayed in vulnerability, picking the other item from the bench. Veen’s cock bolted rigid as the commanding redhead showed him a broad anal plug, it’s shiny metallic bomb-like shape, with flat hasp to stop it disappearing into his bowels, took up most of the width of her delicate hand. When I managed to catch my breath, I turned and headed back to where Alistair was now walking, alone, face beet red, avoiding eye contact with anyone.When he saw me, he blushed more, and refused to meet my gaze. I took a surreptitious look around – no one was watching us – and then pushed him off the path we followed into a small copse of trees where I proceeded to kiss him senseless. His acute embarrassment forgotten, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me back, and we lost track of time.