Karren started to feel unwanted; she wondered if she had made a mistake in applying her make up, could they tell she was a man? She was about to leave...when a handsome looking young man approached her booth. She shifted her body around to position her cock in the upright position so it pressed against her stomach. The young man stopped at her booth and introduced himself. “Hi, I'm Kevin and I have been watching you for awhile. I thought you might be waiting for someone to meet you. Karen spoke. Shortly after, the music changed and Ray asked me to dance. I learned that he was an exceptional dancer and knows his way around the dance floor. Shortly, everyone started dancing and soon the floor became very crowded. John was dancing with the other wives, obviously enjoying himself very much.Ray was quite charming and an excellent conversationalist as well a dancer, but it was his touch, the way he ever so gently but purposefully touched my bare back, almost searching, stroking, sliding, not. The alcohol reassured me that I wasn’t about to erupt quickly. He was slow and light handed, taking his time and tickling the head. He stopped for a moment and fully pulled down his trousers to expose his own package. He was still semi hard but his was a little thicker than mine. He had a lot of pubes, way more than my tightly trimmed ones. He continued to stroke me with his right hand but took my hand with his left and guided it to his crotch. I felt his soft penis with my shaking hand. I was. “You must have-” The sound of a gong interrupted kata’s statement, and both pura and noma straightened up. “That’s the signal for dinner,” said noma, “Have you got the salad dressed?” “Here,” said kata. “Good. Now carry it in gracefully, like a pleasure slave,” said noma, lifting the tureen of stir-fry that seemed almost impossibly huge for her tiny arms to carry. kata considered asking whether she could help, but decided not to. Even slaves had their pride. Instead, she bore the salad bowl.