A few more minutesand she stopped. She wrapped her arms around my stomach from behind and gave me a peck onthe neck. "Feel better?" Her chest pressing...into me was driving me crazy. I ran out of the room andinto the bathroom. I splashed cold water over my face. She stood outside the bathroom door andleaned in. "Are you ok baby?" I shook my head no. "A little warm?" I nodded. "In heat?" I shook myhead emphatically. She went to my room. I had to take this chance to pull it up above my waist. The woman stared daggers at me through her tears, but instead of melting my errection, the humiiation burning through her rosed checks just seemd to make me even hadrer!After a few minutes of me pumping away, at the dumpy woman's instruction, the pretty girl straightend up and with a flinched expression, positioned herslef close to me so that I my spunk would land on her jacket, which she had dutifuly buttoned back up, through her tears stained face. The older woman leaned into the girl's face. She nods and we proceed to dance close, touching each other, back to front, front to back, basically dancing real sexy like. I sneak a glance over at Frank and Jason, and their expressions are all I need. Both are practically drooling while watching us enjoy ourselves and the music. As the music winds down again to that low roar, Magda and I make our way back to the bar and our admirers. Both Frank and Jason clap appreciatively and compliment us on our dancing. At this point, I whisper in. "Turning back round with the pink bag in my handsand then I opened it, it was full of makeup, Jane must have read mythoughts. "Yes Gary dear, your own makeup bag, just think every day inLondon you'll be wearing a skirt or a dress, high heels and wearingmakeup, and in the case I have bought you a selection of nail varnishes indifferent colours, oh and I've packed you a few nighties" Jane said as Iput back the makeup bag back into the case, thinking I have never wornnail varnish or worn a nightie.