"How the times have changed!" he finished, brightly.He then unfastened the collar and reached it out to Debbie's neck. The blonde flinched back, until...a growl from Renard made her stop. She let him affix the collar round her neck."Please!" she whimpered, any trace of previous feistiness raped out of her, "I'm not an animal!"In response Renard roughly grabbed her chin and bored into her eyes."No!" he roared, "You are lower than an animal! You are meat!" Put that away!" he barked, indicating. The dancers faced each other, their backs arched, hips thrust forward and their hands above their heads. The guitar burst into life again and the man began to stamp his feet and clap his hands in a twelve beat rhythm while the woman accompanied this with her own feet and the castanets she held in her hands. The man made lunging movements with his feet before retreating while the woman swayed back and forth at first, her back arched thrusting her hips forward and then she swayed back so that the. As his hand went down to his hard penis he listened to make sure it was safe. The last thing he needed was someone walking in on him. With the coast clear Jeffs hand started this joyful time by lightly touching his lovely cock head, as he did this he closed his eyes, and day dreamed. In the dream he saw himself wanking with his best friend Lorcan. Lorcan was the same age as Jeff, even looked the same in ways but Lorcan was slightly taller. People would often think of them as twins, and in many. 'There's nothing to keep one of the others from coming in and getting a look at that stuff; maybe even taking it to use against me no matter how this turns out.' It was a good strategy. 'As long as I'm up here, maybe I'll check out a couple of the other rooms myself.'"But first," he said aloud, "I want to get out of this costume -- or at least this stupid mask." He pulled at the mask, but it seemed stuck to his face. He tried several times until his skin actually began to hurt. "That's it..