This dance she only looked at Bill. I was surprised at how taken she was by this cocky male. I wasn't concerned yet, just a little surprised. I should...have been concerned.The next dance was a slow one and she stayed on the floor with him. Now I wondered what was going on as they moved to the far side of the dance floor where I could not see them. When that song finally ended, Bill returned her to me and headed for the bar after thanking Sue. The thing I noticed was Sue wouldn't look at me.After. During my time at college, one of my fellow students was a South African hunk called Samson Djubuthi. He was, in fact, a real Zulu prince, and I remember him coming to one Halloween party in his traditional tribal outfit. It was strangely chorus-girl like, with fluffy shin guards and armlets, a number of ostrich feathers and some beads, and nothing much else but a short skirt of leather strips, leaving his thighs and torso bare. Seriously drool-worthy! I had come dressed as a sort of tarty. ..”“Yeah. Sara was the one who actually invited us. The wall Hank and I built is finished. It’s seven feet tall, honey. There’s no chance anybody will see us.”“Hank and Sara will see. No. I can’t imagine that.” That is what I meant by letting her move at her own speed.“I just wanted you to know. I figured you’d chicken out. But,” I said turning back toward the house, “like I said a little while ago, you’ve learned to enjoy what I suggest. Why balk at this? It isn’t an invitation to an orgy.. “He’s ready now Elaine.” Joey murmured.I got my mouth over the slimy chisel end and took in what I could. I felt disgusted with myself for doing this; yet my cunt convulsed in pleasure. A sluttish moan escaped me.“Good; now work slowly backwards and forward O k?”I nodded with my mouth full.My head was now moving in a steady motion; my teeth catching when I reached the down stroke.I felt Joey’s hand casually stroking my snatch which I found humiliating. Then he murmured, “Try taking a little.