See you at six-thirty."Heather's comment had caused the thirty-six year old woman to look in the mirror of the Volvo before she left for her class. Sh... met her own blue eyes and smiled softly. She had been told many, many times that she could pass for twenty-five, and she was proud of that. Her workouts and interest in tennis had kept her in good shape, slender with pleasant curves and men frequently gave her second and third looks. Often, she had been told that she could be Sandra Bullock's. Ufuk had told me that he was doing the music again, and I had given him a USB with some tracks on which I knew I could dance along with and would at least know when they were finishing.Ufuk had pushed the boat out a little. There were more mirrors all over the place and he had set up some lighting with spotlights. I was impressed and the performer in me was ignited immediately.I looked at my audience. Three rows of four guys. And they looked a lot younger than usual. At least half of them. I was afraid he was going to damage me somehow. I could just see myself trying to explain this to my gynecologist!Thankfully the dog stopped trying to pull free after several unsuccessful attempts and I started to take a deep breath and relax, thinking that he was going to wait until his knot went down.Instead, he moved to the side, scrambling off of me and then stepped over my back with one of his hind legs. We remained tied then, with our butts touching, facing in opposite directions. It was. A cute blonde, as white as a girl can be, was blowing a large six foot something black guy; another blonde chick, too skinny for her own good, was jacking off two cocks; although I couldn’t see the penetration behind the table, I assumed the short Asian girl moving up and down was fucking the guy she was straddling; and on the stage itself the hot redhead from last night had a brunette between her legs lapping her cunt. It was frat boy heaven. I wanted to watch all the naughty sex acts, to find.