At this point I was of the belief that too much evasiveness on a when and where should be construed as an unwillingness to actually go through with it... Still, I figured that allgirls, even dancers, must all play with somebody! The way I saw it, that somebody may as well be me. She did not seem to be at all interested in being submissive to me, whichwas fine...the world is full of female submissives...very few truly dominantwomen exist, however, as there seem to be few male submissives. . ..laying on her bed with his cock out and hersmelly sneakers were right next to him. Oh, god. He grabbed the right oneand slid his cock inside. It was still warm and he felt a slight wetnessfrom her foot sweat. His cock lurched as soon as it rubbed against hershoe. He then took the left one and placed it up to his face and startedinhaling the sweet, pungent aroma that wafted into his nostrils. He waspumping his cock with the shoe and it only took a few strokes before hewas shooting streams of. With each compliment he got a bit more intimate. Some compliments were to me. Some were to Jon about me. I actually felt hotter when he talked to Jon about me. I felt like someone who was going to be used and did not have a lot of power over it. The idea excited me. As we chatted Dave would touch my arm, my hand, my thigh. Each time he touched me I felt a jolt of electricity. As we talked his hand focused more and more on my leg. I looked at Jon. Jon also saw where Dave's hand was. Our eyes. "Let's talk."I sat down smoothly, butt first, smoothed my skirt, crossed my legs,and folded my hands in my lap like Carrie had taught me to do.Carrie and I didn't need to fill in much; mom said that she and dad hadnoticed some strange things just after school started. Carrie and Istill seemed to hate each other, at least as long as mom and dad werearound, but they noticed that when we thought they wouldn't be seen, wegot along just great and soon, I was starting to be nice to her evenwhen mom.