Francine, a while ago you asked if I wanted to watch you dance Ragtime. You didn't say you would be giving dance instructions to all the guest and you...said nothing about doing Swan Lake. First, when did you learn all this about dance in the Gay 90's.FM: [laughing] It was The Nutcracker, not Swan Lake, but you got the composer right. About Ragtime, I have always loved Scott Joplin. I must have watched The Sting twenty times as a child. Years later I did a stage revival of the movie Ragtime,. His voice made her start; it was deep, rich, but pleasant and soft, whichsomehow made him appear all the more intimidating. There was power behind thatdeceptive tone, and a massive calm and sense of self-knowledge. How long hadhe been standing there, she wondered, watching her with those deep brown eyes. "Ihope that you now understand the importance of obedience and self-discipline,slave?" She grunted affirmatively into the gag, so exhausted, so drained, so hurting,that she would have agreed to. I said its incest but she said if we go by rituals we will never enjoy sex. From that night, we were a real couple we decided to celebrate by going for a film she asked in what clothes I would like to see her. I said black saree and red blouse I wore a red shirt and black jeans on her insistence we went for the movie with our hands all over each other. When we came back home, we saw lots of steamy videos on the internet. That aroused us completely. She switched on the music and we were dancing. “As long he likes,” Connie said. “I told you he’d be good.” She closed her eyes and lay back waiting. “Lick,” Reg said in my ear. “If you get it right, she’ll come for you.” Another first for me. I contemplated the swollen cunt lips a few inches from my face as I crouched down. They were already wet with her juices. Reg had obviously prepared her thoroughly. I let my tongue tip made tentative contact. I felt a tremor run through her pelvis. She thrust up to meet me. I.