"No," he moaned, gawking at my rack.Neither of us said a word for a moment, but of course, his eyes didn't come off me, either. However, he did check ...ut the entire front half of my body as there was plenty of skin for him to view.Then I glanced at his crotch. "Is this a stickup, Rex, or are you turned on at the moment?"He covered his crotch with both hands, but didn't answer. I pulled my thong out on both sides and made sure he could see the straps too. That got his jaw to drop, and his eyes. The luxurious cashmere on the back of my hands is rough compared to the skin beneath them. I feel her warmth, her softness, and I raise my hands higher. I feel the small mounds of her breasts delicately held in silk cups."Pinch my nipples. Bite them."The contrast of senses inflames me -- the softness of sight and touch, the coarseness of sound. My partner, my lover. My consort, my whore.She peels her sweater from her body and pulls my head to her breasts. She runs her fingers over my smooth,. I could feel the meat I had just eaten from her body down in my belly, all warm. She was now whimpering, her pussy gone, she knew that soon so would her life force.I then looked over at the strawberry blond,"Are you ready desert?" I ask her, She lets out a piercing scream. I walk over to her, the redheads sweet tasting pussy meat still on my lips and tongue. "Please, please, I don't want to die, please don't do this to me."cried the strawberry blond."Please, bullshit, just shut the fuck up and. "Exercise?" Yep," He said as he got up and put out his hand to me. Not sure I knewwhat he was getting at, I took his hand.To my surprise he walked me out to a small dance floor. There was a guyplaying a piano in the corner and a woman singing quietly. Just loudenough to be heard. I could feel my legs starting to shake again."Michael, I don't know how to dance. Well not with anyone, anyway. Themost I ever danced was to loud music at one of the school dances. Andthat was just kids bouncing.