Waiters in very brief shorts (ala Studio 54) squeezed their way through to take orders and serve drinks.I navigated myself to the bar where I could ge... a view of the dancers and ordered a drink. The male dancers all seemed very young to me and had varying degrees of dance expertise. But when they managed to dance their asses in my direction, I was happy. The small, dark, lean and taut bodies turned me on.Suddenly, a hand was on my shoulder. I turned to find a young Thai man sitting next to me.. It went on like that for a few seconds beforewe walked out of shot, my hand in his. We looked like a pair of lovers ora father with his sissy son.That wasn't how it had happened, somehow the video had been edited, yetit appeared so real, if I hadn't been there, I would have believed everysecond of it.The screen flickered once more, it was obviously not the end. The videocontinued showing us arriving back from the store, getting to my car,together, still hand in hand, him one handed pushing the. The scent of the forest came to her like a caressing hand, pine, the smell of ferns and mulch moldering on the forest floor, muffling the sound of the horse’s thudding hooves. Eyes glowed in the shadows, flickering in and out of view every so often to cause her to shiver with uncertainty. She knew that wolves were known to haunt the forests around her father’s castle. Many a night she had lain awake listening to their heartbreaking song. There always seemed to be one howl, different from the. And she kept staring at my dick. I interrupted her gazing by going to my room. I quickly wore my boxers and came back.“So, what can I give you?”“I was running out of milk, actually. I thought if you had some, and could give it to me.”The response sounded funny to me at the moment because I was the one having lust for milk right now from her busty tits.“Yeah, of course, it is in the fridge.”As she took the milk in a glass, I deliberately elbowed the container. Now all the milk was on her.